I cannot believe people get upset over the silliest and smallest things and all of a sudden you’re not worth talking to anymore, you’re not even worthy enough to talk to them other than to ask if you still have something of theirs. It’s upsetting but true. Sometimes it makes me wonder why I try overcome my disorders to try and make my friends happy. It’s hard, a battle I fight and rarely win day to day, but for them I try my hardest. I join in with their silly little games but apparently I’m doing it wrong. My mind is really the only place I am protected by their silly yet hurtful knock backs of my attempts at human contact and emotion.
