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Wonder what it’s like to have a wine and painting night with six of your friends without having to worry about getting sick or getting other people sick and dying from a pandemic? It must be nice :)))
Yes this is a vague tweet no I will not call them out because I’ve been learning that I don’t matter to people and no one needs an angry outcast in their snapchat messages
My entire life I’ve been the second choice, the one people invite cause they have to. Because our parents were friends. Then i just got boring. I’ve been pushed away so much. Now I’m just broken. I can’t connect with anyone. I can’t feel attachment the same. I feel vacant.
I’ve hurt too many people because of my fucked up self worth
I’m such an asshole to the people who care about me but I can’t help it. I’m distant and cold on the inside. I’m a fake.
The only people I truly ever cared about have hurt me and left me. I’m just a gross void that sucks up attention and affection and can’t comprehend it. Can’t acknowledge it.
Should I call her
Why am I so dramatic lol
I’m having the most surreal feelings right now I can’t tell what’s happening to me
I can’t believe I haven’t talked to her in almost a year. The last I spoke to her was me wishing her a happy birthday. I still cared then. I still care now. Fuck.
Sometimes I wonder if she checks on my profiles to keep tabs on me. I wonder if she thinks of me. What happened.