I’ve never been subjected to physical abuse. Maybe only a few times.
But I’ve always been subjected to mental abuse, disappointment.
I’m never late because I don’t want my friends to leave without me.
It’s not that they have somewhere important to be or something.
They could be just going out for lunch.
And they’ll wait for any of their other friends, just not me.
I used to think they were the problem.
But with time, I realized that I was the problem.
I became introverted.
No one ever cared about me.
No one ever tried to make me happy.
No one but the assholes who try to hook up with girls.
And they were also a disappointment.
So I’m trying to make peace with the loneliness.