there comes a point when you tell people your problem and all they do is just nod and pretend to care.
so much for having good friends (that don't care)
I know one day I'll read this and laugh at how stupid I am.
to believe anyone in this world will actually care about what I say or do.
to have the slightest hope that people are nice. (maybe they are, just not to me)
correct me if I'm wrong.
I have friends that never care.
thats why I existed.
thats why it came back.
& honestly, it doesn't hurt anymore.
I'm too chicken to walk away from everything.... just yet
call me self-pity.
I'm over that phase that I actually cares about what people think.
It'll only push me further to let go.