Being left out by your best friends all the time feels so great. I love being home alone instead of being with my friends. Fucking great. Thanks guys.
Trying not to think about the hurt. Being numb is better than feeling anything at all right now.
My mum told me today that she wants to move to NSW to be closer to her sister. She really, really wants to move there but I don’t want to leave Victoria. My whole life is here. My friends, my jobs, my life. I feel bad being something that’s keeping her here but I can’t just pack up and move.
Making plans with friends and then having them do the same plans with someone else feels absolutely fucking fantastic. I don’t understand how I can be last choice for every single person I know. What am I doing wrong? I don’t understand.
Being so crippled with fear and anxiety that you don’t want to leave the house even when you’re going to see some of your best friends or even your favourite band. Feeling like you can’t do anything on your own is terrible.
I don’t fucking understand why I can’t talk out loud about this to anyone. I don’t understand why it’s so fucking hard to say “no I’m not okay” or “I need to talk it out”. Why do I have to fucking shut down all the time? I don’t get it. I want the help, I need the help, I want to talk out loud, in person or on the phone, yet I can’t. Fuck. Why do I have to make everything so goddamn difficult for myself?
When your friends would rather spend time with anyone but you, that’s what really hurts the most.

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