Chill late bloomer

Loneliness in London. Lisbon was a welcome respite. Portuguese food that filled my belly was most welcome. Being at the receiving end of comments that I believe were uncalled for were not. It's strange that some friends would think they can rant on and you would always be there to listen. But once you are the one to pour your heart out, it's either they think you're crazy or in serious need of attention. I try my best to understand because that is what friendship is all about. Then I realize I am all the more alone. Again.