Sometimes I wonder if my friends are actually my friends, or if they just tolerate me to look like a better person. It's stupid, I know, but that's just how I feel.
I feel like they hate me. I hate being hated but it's fine..!
They all hang out with each other, and when one of them offers to go somewhere or do something, they're all over it.
But with me..
They just don't care. They don't bother with me. They don't want to be with me. Of course, I could just be fucking delusional and overthinking, but this is how it feels.
I'm the last choice for everything. It's obvious. Let the fucking ass go last and make them suffer.
I remember this one time, one of the girls I hang out with.. she was allowed only one friend over. Friend after friend declined since it was a busy night. I was finally asked, I agreed, and it was pretty fun. Or at least for me.. I left early in the morning though. I couldn't handle the tension afterwards.
I just want friends man. I want someone that would at least try and make me feel even remotely important. They all just deal with me. Am I really that horrible?
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A Darker Truth
RandomLook into the eyes of a teenager. More specifically, of a teenager who's been abused and traumatized for their entire life by the people they have held so dearly. Get to experience the thoughts and past traumas as this story goes along. ⚠️Warning⚠️...
