So this is the end.
As if I haven’t talked about it to the point where it almost doesn’t matter, but I don’t know what anyone would be expecting.
I tried to be better, maybe I didn’t do it as hard as I could have, but I really did. I reached out for help, but no one could be bothered.
I’m not upset, that’s life and people have their own lives to live. I would’ve liked to have been a priority, to not feel like a burden, like people didn’t have to make time for me. But maybe that was just asking too much.
There are so many words that I want to say, that I probably should, but I won’t say anything in the end. It’s what I always seem to do.