05

I’m going crazy.

I come here to spend time with you and you’re on your phone the entire time, I get you to play a damn game with me and you only play for two minutes before leaving without even saying anything and go off texting your other friends.

It makes me so sick, especially because this is a person I don’t usually get like this with. I don’t really care. It’s whatever. I’m used to it. I’m literally the black sheep of the family—I don’t see any pictures on of me up in my families houses, course why would I be there, it’s not like anyone ever talks to me.

Am I just sensitive? This isn’t a big deal, why is it a big deal in my head? She’s not even talking to me, just scrolling, so I’m only on my phone because she’s on hers. But I don’t want to sound like a dick. I would, but I don’t come over here much so I don’t want to ruin anything. I feel like I mean nothing to the people around me, and I probably do. I guess I’ll just watch tv, because what else can I possibly do.

I just wish I was cared about, I’m tired of feeling like this over simple things. Is that normal?

Still no actual layout because I’m not home. Hate it. I wanna look mysterious.