Американская Мечта
I hate standing alone.
Especially when you really need someone to be there with you and all you get is a bunch of advice & replies like ” haha oh. ” or ” lol k “. The feeling of being depressed, having a bad day, having no one beside you when you need them most all bundle up and slowly isolate your trust from people. You feel unimportant. You feel like you’re a bother to them, and that startles your negative side. Your esteem goes down. You’re just clueless of who you can talk to, who you can trust, and who you can depend on. Most hurtfully, you feel used because you tend to give thoughtful advice & replies but your in return thank you is garbage.
Especially when you really need someone to be there with you and all you get is a bunch of advice & replies like ” haha oh. ” or ” lol k “. The feeling of being depressed, having a bad day, having no one beside you when you need them most all bundle up and slowly isolate your trust from people. You feel unimportant. You feel like you’re a bother to them, and that startles your negative side. Your esteem goes down. You’re just clueless of who you can talk to, who you can trust, and who you can depend on. Most hurtfully, you feel used because you tend to give thoughtful advice & replies but your in return thank you is garbage.
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