Another Venting Thing
Thread Topic: Another Venting Thing
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Noise*
Ugh it hurts my head a lot -
People coming at 11:10 pm to fix a lamp post?
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My brother is a rat
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He just doesn’t care about anyone
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Gonna ask for this to be locked I hate seeing that I was so petty
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Yay thread back
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People forget, okay? People forget that they knew me, and they move on. They love in because what’s ahead is better, and it doesn’t matter what I want.
I can’t tell people that I miss them, I can’t message people first, I can’t tell them to talk to me because they have lives.
Things always seem good. So f---ing good because it feels like people care and want to be with me. -
And I’m trying to be there for people. I’m trying so hard to be there for people.
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It’s just friendship after friendship ending. Then new ones start, and then they end. Everything ends too quickly. Then people come back after weeks or months to talk to me, and talk to me until they get bored again. Because if I’m not there for them, then I don’t know who is. I want to help people so f---ing badly, but time after time everyone leaves. And then they come back, and then they leave again.
I keep telling myself to forget about them, because I need to learn that some people really just don’t care about me. But then they come back and suddenly I have to talk to them. -
I don’t want to feel like I’m being used. I keep telling myself that they still want to be around me.
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When it comes to my problems, those people don’t care. They tell me that they still like me and tell me I’m valid and all that s---.
But then they take up hours of my time ranting about their days and their lives. I don’t feel equal, but I also feel obliged to talk to people. -
And I can’t go kill myself because then people won’t have someone to listen to them. These people have real problems, and sometimes I’m the only person who cares about them.
If I die then those people could hurt themselves. -
I’m scared that the one person who checks on me every single f---ing day— is gonna go too.
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They asks about my day and I ask about their’s, and it just feels like we’re equal.
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When we talk it’s like I finally matter to someone, and I just don’t want to let it go. The one person who makes me happy is gonna forget all about me one day. Then I’ll be all alone with myself, with people trying to dump all of their f---ing problems on me and expecting me to deal with them
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