What I do I can’t seem to like myself. A part of me blames my upbringing as my parents were def not the perfect parents, but I don’t wanna blame them because I love them so much. At the same time I worry for them. Each day I become more doubtful of myself and my future. Should I even try. What’s the point? Why am I here? I don’t like myself at all right now and it’s so hard to not compare myself to those who are my age, but everyone seems to have it all. The friends I cared about over the …
Years say that they are busy every time I ask to hang out with them. I get backstabbed, hurt, and angry every time I notice the pattern of them using me or them not actually caring. Because I feel like all my friendships are one sided. I guess I’m really boring I guess. I try making new friends but I’m always so awkward. I feel really lonely. No one understands me and no one cares. But I keep going with my mantras that I’ve gotta focus on myself and everyone runs on their own timeline….