Do I agree with the others that hate me so much because I too hate myself, or do I hate myself only because I am loathed by others?
Why are all the relationships I make so short lived? Is it worth the trouble finding new acquaintance\'s if they will all end up stabbing me in the back?
This anxiety which is a product of neglect has lead me to live a life full of friendships that are far too nomadic.
The fear of losing a friend has trained me to cling harder, but the harder I cling, the faster the people flee.
Do I need to be told to get lost and kicked in the gut to finally get the closure I so desperately desire?
Perhaps the reason people resent me is because I ask so many questions like a clueless idiot.
is (nameless) the most toxic person to ever enter my life?
looking back, (nameless) was a living, breathing trap to my emotions, reeling me in with kindness and charm, only to suffocate me with bitterness and neglect.
And why do I despise attention, yet crave it deeply?
The countless selfless acts I have done throughout my life have all been ignored.
Must I always be the one to ask about others\' well being? My Status is just too much of a burden for others to bear it seems.
For the convenience of the people around me, I should consider disappearing completely so there is one less nuisance to fret over.
It simply seems as though people really seem to enjoy ignoring me.