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bryans back, seeing everyone but me. this is the 3rd party theyve had that for some reason im not important enough to go to, or even be invited. I shouldnt have stood up for him i guesd, or maybe no one remembers. When he had no friends who was the one who drove him home from orchestra all the time? me. whatever, i should really be used to this by now. I do everything I can for the people I care about and no one gives a flying fuck about me. I'm either working, doing homework, or home alone crying. why would I want to be alive if my life is like this?