No one wants me. No one really wants me. People pretend to like me. Everyone secretly wishes I was dead. Or not here. Or that I disappeared and stopped bothering them with my existence.
I’m a burden. I’m a nuisance. No one wants to listen to me talk. Sometimes they pretend I’m not there. I always get interrupted. Unheard. I’m so insignificant. I should just stay silent. Every time I talk no one wants to listen to my annoying voice. Everyone hates me.
Everyone ignores me. No one wants to be my friend. No one wants to hang out. I’m not worth anyone’s time. I’m not even people’s choice. Not first or second or third. No one even cares about. I’m not good enough to care about.
No one is ever excited to see me. I’m boring. I have nothing to offer. No one ever shares the same energy as me, or likes me as much as I like them. No one loves me as much as I love them. No one cares as much.
No one looks forward to hanging out with me. Everyone forgets about me. No one wants to message me. I’m not worth even seconds of people’s time. Everyone feels forced to be my friend. Something is wrong with me. Everyone’s got an issue with me.
Everyone leaves me. I’m not good enough to anyone. I’m worthless. Stupid. Useless. No one would miss me if I was gone. They’d be relieved. This annoying worthless piece of useless trash is gone for good. I’m only useful to be used. I’m disposable. Easily replaced.
No matter who I come across they automatically hate me. They prefer anyone else over me. I’ve got something wrong with me. I’m just so tired.
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