Sometimes I tell myself that I'm a bad friend, that I don't deserve anyone.
I don't talk to them about my problems. They don't know me. They don't even know about my self-harm.
I only talk about what I like, it must bore them so much.
Sometimes I can get a little bitter because of stress or when things aren't going well.
I almost never respond to their messages.
Sometimes all I want is for them to find someone better than me, because they don't deserve me.
After all, if many friends have abandoned me in my life, it's for a reason, right?
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PoetryI'm going to talk about myself in this story. About my thoughts, problems, feelings, etc. (I didn't know what to put as a cover so I put this photo that I found on Pinterest lol)
