It’s so crazy to me, the person I’ve always been, I’ve always given, then I lost everyone who loved me…

And trying to find a new family or friends is like, destroying me. I didn’t ask to be left behind. It doesn’t make me trash. But people think if it’s not rainbows and butterflies there must be something wrong with me. People don’t know what I go through every day. And I want to say screw everyone but that’s not true. I need connections but everything ends up being meaningless. People just use you.