.people hates me

It's when the silence stretches too long, when the forced smiles stop reaching their eyes. You can feel it, that shift—the way their words become shorter, colder, like you’re just taking up space. It’s in the way they glance at the door, like they’re counting down until you leave. And that’s when it hits you. They don’t want you here anymore. You’re the burden they’ve been too polite to shake off. But God, it hurts knowing you overstayed your welcome long before you even realized.

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