Sometimes I think it never gets better for some people… depending on what “it” is. It’s been a rough week mentally. I just keep thinking about how I despise my siblings for how their lives turned out. They have families. Wesley got Dad, and Danielle’s family, and Megan got Mom and her’s. And people say you have your friends, but I always forget that they’re not my family and while I’d die for them, they’d have to consider other options. This is not what little girls dream they’ll be like at 26. Completely alone. Absolutely miserable. Waiting for death.. always.
I’m going to be homeless in a week and my car just overheated. This is my fucking life.
But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.