“I totally know how you feel”
No you don’t, you don’t even know how I feel. I’m mad, but I’m sad. I’m so hurt that someone would hurt me this way. You don’t know what it feels like to beg for even a moment of attention, to be on your knees, wanting only a moment of their day, and to be brushed aside, like nothing more than a speck of dirt in their way. You don’t know what it’s like to feel like a raisin in a bowl of chocolate chips. Knowing you’ll never be picked first or wanted above something else. You’ve never felt like you were something that they used to love, then were cast aside, thrown in a dark corner, buried under the past, just hoping that one day they’ll finally want you, finally think you weren’t worth throwing away, but that has yet to happen. And you start to doubt that it ever will. Yet against all logic you still have hope, and a longing, you try to talk yourself out of love. But you never can. They continue to hurt you, in the smallest of ways, and it starts to drive you mad, believing that they’re better than the way to they treat you. But at the end of the day, to them, you’re still just a speck in their way. They may notice you, but only to brush you aside.
But yeah, I’m sure you know exactly how I feel.
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