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to wasting much of my life.

to wasting much of my life.

i never felt such hurt when my cousin said that to me "no one cares about you" and I never got over it! and never will, my mum never got over either. she thought how rude and insensivite. I should have said that about his dead slut fuckwhore mother and after what she did to my mother -her younger sister she should have been kicked up the asshole! dirty mary! fucked around with heaps of men was enganged to one man and dumped him for another who had more money. yeh. so mary she conned everyone. she stole my godparents from me, and no one cares. that is the sort of gamer dirty family they are. no one cares dirty doons no one cares dirty doons

i never felt such hurt when my cousin said that to me "no one cares about you" and I never got over ...

my friends and I hate that I am always aware of it. I hate that I get attached. January my friend, R, stopped talking to me. I started talking to someone new and they were what I felt were one of the best things that ever to me. I actually felt comfortable around someone for once. We joked and talked about similar interest. It was the highlight of my days. Lately, though, they haven't really been interested in talking. I know that part. They first forget to respond for awhile and then no responses at all. Sure I send them a message after awhile, maybe they just got busy and forgot, but still no response. And that's okay. I won't linger in the past. It hurts far worse in doing so. In March and April, I realized how lonely I was and went out looking. As one could imagine, it didn't go all too well. I talked to dozens of new people, the most I've actually talked to in one or two months. I then realized I was holding them to this standard, I was looking for a replacement for someone who left me. This wasn't the first time I had done so. When I found what I had done I was a little scared. Was I going to do this to everyone I met? It's okay to let go, it's okay to miss the idea of them. It's okay and that's what I needed to learn myself. It wouldn't work if someone told me. I needed to know fully why it was okay. It's okay to be sad and upset and confused. And that I just need some space to heal what I never wanted to heal.

my friends and I hate that I am always aware of it. I hate that I get attached. January my friend, ...