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staying home on friday nights make me really depressed. i hate staying home when im at my mom's because it makes me feel like everything she's ever said to me is true.
- that i am indeed a waste of life and that no one cares about me and they never have and never will.
- that i really am pathetic.
- that i really will end up being alone for the rest of my life because i am selfish and inconsiderate.
i'm sure you're all going to be like "not true, melissa. blah blah blah." but it is true. my supposed "best friend" chose her boyfriend over me. one of my other "best friends" has been pretty much ditching me over the break for her new friends and she doesn't even care to give me a call. neither does anyone. why? because it's quite obvious that no one gives a flying fuck about me.
the end.