I hate everyone...except him. I have friends and everything

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I hate everyone...except him.

I have friends and everything but when I'm talking to them it's like I'm drowning and I expect to be able to reach up and catch my breath, but I can't. I don't want to talk about your cat, your work, how many chads you screwed the past week and I don't want you to ask me if I found a new guy yet because I didnt...I wish I could tell them what I'm thinking but they'd judge me for loving someone who isn't good for me. When I talk to him I can breath again and I'm breathing fireworks, supernovae and music. He can make me laugh till my stomach hurts, calm me down, read my mind and smile like crazy....when he isn't hurting me. With everyone else there are these social cues I dont understand and they only want to talk about the same stuff.

They make weird jokes that I don't get, get offended by my jokes or anything I say, are passive aggressive and fake. I find myself thinking about society, space, jokes I made up.. but the only person I'd ever tell those things to is him and when I snap back to reality, sitting in front of my friends...I tell them about a nice bikini I saw online or assure them that their new Chad is attractive, even though I couldnt care less about that shit. Why does it have to be that the one person I can talk to, the one person who doesn't run from me like the others, and the one person who understands me I can't have?