Nobody Would Care

I feel that every time I say that, someone always says “Yes, someone cares, you just can’t tell” or something like that.

But it’s true, no one would care. I’ve been sent to numerous foster homes. It’s like a return at a store. You get a confident girl who is smart and good at soccer, and you return a beat and battered girl who just didn’t fit your family.

Yeah, it’s like I’m someone’s property.

Then I have my friends. Two are dead, one is dying. I’m just great at choosing friends. The rest hate me. After the first time I tried to kill myself, the were very comforting and worried about me.

After the second time, they give me these looks. Like “OH my god, is the ***** really that desperate for attention?”

And I just pushed them all away. I’m left with little to no temporary family, and a single friend. it’s hard to make friends, because it seems like everyone in my area has heard about me. And not good stuff either.

A lot of people on here say that they would care if I died, but that’s not true. Not if you really knew me. I’m not nice, I’m awkward, I hate humans, I’m over dramatic, and I have extreme anxiety. You could not care because I don’t want people to care. Sure, everyone has a thirst for love, but it comes and goes with me. I have it for a little while, and it turns into bitter dislike.

No one loves me, because you can’t love a broken girl. It’s been said millions of times, you can’t love a broken girl.

You see, no one would care.