I mean, my mom maybe.
Anybody else? No.
I try to make other people smile, I try to make others happy. I do all these things for others, but when it comes down to it? When it matters most? Nobody makes me their priority. I’m not loved by much of anyone.
I feel like shit every single day. I really do. I just hide it, because if I show it, suddenly I’m weak and vulnerable and people take advantage of that. It happened when my aunt died, it’ll happen again.
I was so fucked up then. I still am. Nobody gave a fuck then. They pretend they do now, but truly the only person who understands how I feel is my uncle, and even then now he avoids the topic.
That’s not my main issue though, it’s just feeling small. Invisible.
I could go to the person I met the other day who helped, but I don’t want to burden them. I don’t want them to have to deal with my bs. They seem like they already go through a lot.
I just want to feel like I’m important to somebody.
I’m ungrateful, and I know that. I have so much that others simply don’t have. I have less than others, too. I’m just ungrateful for not being happy for the things I do have. I could be happy if I wanted to be, I’m just an idiot.
I feel like an attention seeker for even writing this. I feel like I’m fine, but I just want this attention because I lacked it when I was younger. My mom was always at work, trying to keep something above my head and give me what I wanted so that I didn’t see how terrible things really were for her, and for everyone around me.
I just feel so stupid. I feel like I could be happy, SHOULD be happy, but I just do this like an idiot.
I also feel unloved. Romantically, at least. Nobody loves me like that. I’ve tried, trust me, I’ve tried.
Nobody cares when I try, though. They only see me when I mess up.