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Gotta love it when you’re all alone and have a panic attack.
Also gotta love it when the people you try and talk to about shit just.. leave you on read. What can I say?
Maybe it’s just me. The person who is never really able to keep people around long enough.
So here I am. Making a thread, where no one will probably even see. That’s probably a good thing.
What did I do wrong? Am I that stupid that I can’t even see where I went wrong? Without having someone eventually point it out to me?
I’m tired of feeling like I’m never good enough.
That all my efforts are just for nought.
This thread will probably be deleted sometime later because I’m that much of a bitch to actually let people see how I feel.
But where else can I go without getting fucking ghosted?
Is it so hard just to wish for the person you love to be happy? Is it just me? That my very existence scares away the people I love?
Or maybe it’s just because I’m some person over the internet grasping at straws. A person who has no hope for anything in life.
That’s what it’s looking like.
And maybe that’s how it’ll stay.
