Things that should be joyous don't even hit the smile scale. There's too much to do and everyone who would help needs direction. I need mind readers; I need people who understand the significance of things or I need to let it all go - pretend something whisked it away never to be found. I can't stand the responsibilities of life and I'd like someone to help shoulder them but there isn't anyone. It's just me and those I try to take care of and every time I tell my counselor "No you don't need to worry" I'm lying. The only he he doesn't need to worry about is that I'm too stupid to find the way out!