ノスタルジックな気分
Nostalgic.
Nostalgic.
Maybe it’s because I’ll never be good enough? Am I really that much of a disappointment? No one will ever want me, who am I fucking kidding. Everyone’s just here to use and manipulate, and to grab entertainment from me. People keep laughing at me, and frowning at me.
Maybe I should just give up entirely.
Best friend hasn’t spoken to me in the past few months, leaving me without warning, emailing me a few days ago that she’ll probably come back soon, but she’s still not back.
Other person who I thought potentially was my friend doesn’t appreciate my existence and yet I try so hard to make sure that they’re happy.
I lost most of my past friends, and people at school don’t actually need me, even though they claim they do, but I’m grateful for the ones who stayed.
I don’t think I should have friends in general.
