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In the end I am always reminded how little I mean to this world and to the people who claim they care about me. Why do they play games with me. Why do they lead me on when they don’t even want me. Why am I always the crazy one for expressing my wants and needs and holding them accountable to their own words. I’m no good. I’m nothing. I am garbage always waiting to be thrown away by the next person. I’m too much. I’m too much. I’m too much. I’m not worth the effort. Not worth the energy. I would give up if I didn’t have my pets, best friend, and dad. I’m meant to be alone. I deserve nothing. I’m sorry for existing. I wish I was better. I wish I could find someone to see value in me. Every ducking time I find value in myself, I lose it when the person I talk to let’s me down. I’m not crazy for wanting reassurance. I’m not crazy for wanting to be told you care. I’m not crazy to ask for more affection. Fuck you.