(no subject)
I wish I had friends who acknowledged my existence.
Not because they can get something out of it- because they can eat Milano cookies, or receive mousse for Christmas, or copy my homework.
But because I bring something into their lives that make it better- metaphorically, not materialistically.
But I don't.
I don't know.
I'm just sick of it.
Sick of being passed over, being the last to be called, the one not to be invited.
I don't care if it was a mistake.
If you really cared, it wouldn't have been made.
You were right, guys.
As usual.
But tell me....
Does that make you feel good?
Not because they can get something out of it- because they can eat Milano cookies, or receive mousse for Christmas, or copy my homework.
But because I bring something into their lives that make it better- metaphorically, not materialistically.
But I don't.
I don't know.
I'm just sick of it.
Sick of being passed over, being the last to be called, the one not to be invited.
I don't care if it was a mistake.
If you really cared, it wouldn't have been made.
You were right, guys.
As usual.
But tell me....
Does that make you feel good?