It's funny how you try and try so hard to friends with people, to be included and to be nice to them and yet they find ways to hurt you. You think you're so close but then you realize you're the only one that actually cared. It's so sad that i still talk to those 'friends' because i don't have anyone else. It sucks when it comes to the point of wondering why you should even live if you're living your whole life alone. You try to be with others but they don't want anything to do with you, so what's the point? Sometimes i wonder if it would be better to just let go. The sad thing is i know no one will actually care if i did. Their life will continue as if nothin happened. They may think they cared, but that's only so that they don't feel like a bad person for not seeing what they caused until the person is gone. In the end, it's better to just be alone.
