the needed had been done

What needed to be told, had been told last night. There were not any signs of any emotion, merely two ears receiving the information, and the receptors lead them home to the center processing unit of that body. If the receptors had triggered something in that CPU, I did not catch it. It was like talking to a wall, devoid of any indication of understanding what had transpired and incompetent to demonstrate any feelings or reactions.

Perhaps what I said, was not necessary to be said. But I had wanted to say it, I had said it, and I felt better. At least, that CPU now have the slight idea of what went on in my brain for a while in the past. Nothing should be done, or can be done to change the orientation of what I felt and how strongly I feel about it, even now. It is a personal reaction, view and feeling, difficult to be changed. Or influenced to go the opposite way.

I am not sorry, if the no reaction maybe due to the feeling of hurt overlapping all other capability to evoke a suitable reaction. Honestly, until now, I am not sorry nor do I think that I am wrong. If all, I am thankful. I get a painted picture of what my future must be, free. Over-reacting does not count here.

I must be responsible for me. I must dare to live alone. To be truly alone, to know what is it like to be truly lonely. Yet, I believe, and will make sure, I will not be unsurrounded and unsupported, in spirit, in mind, and in body, by my lovely friends, how few they may be. I will be lonely sometimes, but at the lowest moments, I will still be able to survive, fed by memories. Oh, I must.