when youre walking past a dead body in a horror game and it suddenly comes back to life
Oh my god you can almost hear the pug’s screams.
I mean, do people really care if I’m upset or sad? Do they really feel concerned about how I’m feeling? Enough to talk to me and to at least try to tell me that they’re here for me even if they’re lying?
I feel like nobody cares, but I know that’s wrong. But I don’t know how wrong I am compared to it being right.
I hate it when people try and tell me that a wasps nest isn’t a good idea for a wedding present
I’m not saying I’m alone. Because I am not. I’m lonely, but then again I’m not.
It’d be really nice to just have people to talk to who weren’t so busy.
I miss having great conversations with my friends.. I mean they were never super great because most of the time they’d just, well, lose interest half way through what I’m saying. Actually, it happened all the time. I was always cut off and left right in the middle of a sentence. Because of that I kind of figured no one cared about what I had to say.
And then I realise, nothing I say is interesting or important. It doesn’t matter.. People just stop listening.
I just wish I had people that were there for me as much as I’m there for them.
But I get it. They’re all too busy for me.
I understand, because other things are more important than friendship, and I do respect that.
But I wish it didn’t leave me feeing so worthless and lonely.