sometimes people forget that i am a human, that is very capable of feelings. real feelings.

it's like they knew—but somehow not really, as they just keep on doing everything they want to me. people seem to just consider me as a place to get help, entertainment or consolation and don't consider about what they're doing that might hurt me. people come and go and i willingly embrace them in, everytime. and i fucking hate that. it's time to stop.

i spent these few days crying myself to sleep, just because i feel so freaking unappreciated. i hope this will be the last time that i waste my time on some shit like this.