Well doesn't it damn suck figuring out people who you thought were really close friends are just putting up with you?
I always have to be that one friend to plan out things, otherwise I never get invited.
And guess what, I will always be that friend.
So thank you to the four people who I thought were friends. Barely bothering to even look my way.
This is why I got my fucking heart broken.
I'm pathetic and useless and it seems like everyone I care about doesn't even acknowledge my existence let alone ever even think of me. Fan fucking tastic.
I'm too damn gullible. Without the medication I turn into this huge fucking mess that is VERY fucking hard to contain. It's like the meds are controlling me, they're controlling how I think, speak, feel or basically every goddamn thing I do.
It feels everyone only likes me because I'm all doped up on antidepressants.
Well news flash. That person isn't me. In fact, I don't even know who the real me is anymore.
