I think I’ve reached my breaking point when it comes to forming relationships with people. My head feels so heavy, like thick black concrete forming a toxic sludge. No matter how much people tell me they care about me I can’t help but not feel that care. I can’t help but feel that they like someone else better, that I’ll alway be second best. I can’t help but think I will just die alone. I knew that if I were to just die today only my family would cry. And of course, I love my family. I am grateful for them. But there is something seriously wrong if they are they only ones recognizing your worth. I just want to disappear so I don’t have to plague anyone with my existence ever again.
2 comments
When people say they care, I tend to not believe them. They don’t seem to mean it.
I very rarely say that I care about someone these days. I’d rather be cold and honest about that. Don’t need yet another mouse on this Earth pretending to care.