You know what would be nice?
If the people that seem most able to make me feel bad could ever, for a second, think of me as a goddamn person. Or if the people I go most out of my way for would actually go that extra mile and learn who I am as a person, why I go out of my way for them, and respect the burden of responsibility they let me put on myself, instead of just taking it for granted because they are selfish and self-absorbed bitches. Really. . . How much more can I do to prove myself, and why do I even feel compelled to do so? I think I am done. I barely feel anything more than anxiety and frustration anymore. Every day is just more of the same, more of just going through the motions, and the last thing I care to deal with on top of my annoying malaise is the insecurities of people that don't give me anything even resembling basic consideration. And really, all sympathy for one specific individual has entirely vanished.