Some little rants about my feelings

Not a lot is wrong with my life, but people just. Hurt me so bad.

They do it unintentionally and whatnot, but,

I don't know.

It's just.

I'm always there for people, I'm always allowing them to rely on me; but not a single damn person lets me step an inch closer. I comfort people, I listen to them, but the moment I talk I am worthless. I am nothing.

I did so much just to be hurt, just to bottle up my feelings and continue feeling this torture on my own. And despite these horrid events, I am soft-hearted, I am sensitive and full of remorse for those I accidentally, slightly hurt.

Humanity is something to be honest. They just tell you the sweetest things ever, lovebomb you; then leave you to rot, leave you on your own.

It's not fascinating.

It's horribly intriguing.

How I told them once, twice, that I don't wish to be abandoned; and yet..

Yet, i am here left to rot.

I could speak up, I could do something and join in their activities; but the moment I do everything changes and snaps, as if I'm just not fitting in the slightest.

I just wish I felt better than this.