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I am sick of people breaking promises to me. “Oh I’ll come visit you! I promise.”
I always wonder why people break promises to me, lie to me, and leave me. I do my best to be a good friend, always ask how they are, always there to listen, always there to care about them.
But when I open my mouth to talk about me, my problems. Everyone always walks away. I never get to talk about myself. I don’t know how to vocalize my various problems.
Almost a year ago I told my mother about my sever depression and asked her to sign me up for therapy. She promised me help! Promised. No help has come. I honestly feel trapped, I really want to talk but no one will listen to me.
Is it me? Why must I be the invisible one? Do I really mean so little to all those people?
Where I live is very small, few people. And I can’t go anywhere so I am stuck in a living hell.
Hell is not burning flames, it is an empty space in which you walk alone.
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