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I’m used to it. I’m used to being cancelled on. I’m used to being left out. I’m used to being the second option. I’m used to being forgotten about. I’m used to being ignored. I’m used to getting the blame. It’s ok. So don’t feel bad if you do any of these things to me. I’ve learned to keep my expectations low, just so none of these things would matter.
You see that girl? She looks so happy, right? Telling jokes, smiling, having a great time and… dying inside. She’s hurt. And tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But she doesn’t want to look dramatic, weak and attention seeking. So she keeps it all inside. Acts like everything’s perfect but cries at night. So everybody thinks that she’s the happiest person they know and never cries. That she has no problems and her life is perfect. If only they knew the truth…
