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lizardlove
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I hate it.
I hate that everyone sends each other flowers. I hate that everyone is smiling and that all the men are going out of their way to make women feel special. The hearts, the cards, the chocolate, I can't take any more of it. I'm so, SO tired of watching and wondering what's so wrong with me that no one can seem to love me. I'm not ugly, but not pretty either, I'm smart and I think I'm nice. And I'm at the end of my rope with all the love and the cheer, because I have always been excluded from that. Why not me? Why, why do I not deserve to be loved? Everyone will be wearing their new necklaces or bracelets to my classes next week, everyone will have a wonderful bouquet of flowers in their bedrooms, but me.
I feel so absolutely alone and unloved on days like this, and can't understand why.
I'm so, so sorry I posted this rant, because all of you will think I'm a pathetic loser, but if I didn't say something then I'd really fall apart. It's just too much, sometimes... I'll occupy myself to forget how constantly alone I am, but on days like this I can't ignore it anymore... I'm sorry. I just... I'm sorry.
I hate that everyone sends each other flowers. I hate that everyone is smiling and that all the men are going out of their way to make women feel special. The hearts, the cards, the chocolate, I can't take any more of it. I'm so, SO tired of watching and wondering what's so wrong with me that no one can seem to love me. I'm not ugly, but not pretty either, I'm smart and I think I'm nice. And I'm at the end of my rope with all the love and the cheer, because I have always been excluded from that. Why not me? Why, why do I not deserve to be loved? Everyone will be wearing their new necklaces or bracelets to my classes next week, everyone will have a wonderful bouquet of flowers in their bedrooms, but me.
I feel so absolutely alone and unloved on days like this, and can't understand why.
I'm so, so sorry I posted this rant, because all of you will think I'm a pathetic loser, but if I didn't say something then I'd really fall apart. It's just too much, sometimes... I'll occupy myself to forget how constantly alone I am, but on days like this I can't ignore it anymore... I'm sorry. I just... I'm sorry.