Taking a moment to say…
it hurts. Like, when I don’t get invited to eat out with my relatives but my brother was, or maybe they’re going to restaurants I don’t fancy much, I don’t know. Or maybe the car was full but why? I was invited first then my brother said the car’s full and he counted himself in and me out. Why? WHY. THE. HELL. They think I’m being nice recently, is it? Don’t they know, I’m a hell of a human being too, I HAVE FEELINGS TOO. WHY THE HELL IS IT ME? IT’S ALWAYS ME. WHY? I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE, I JUST- I don’t know anymore.
Sorry for ranting. I’m just mad, and kind of bottling up this sh-tty feeling inside me.
