♥Daily Blog: 2

When will people stop comparing me to another person? Another daughter?

"I told you, they don't accept appointments."

"She did it. Even SHE can do it. All offices are alike. You just don't know how to do it."

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I called three times, tried online three times.

This office does not accept appointments.

I'm just not good enough, huh? I'm a nobody.

I'm not even loved or understood.

That's right. My existence is just for people's benefits. They use me, toy with my mind, break me, and take me for granted. They take my forgiveness for granted. They take me as a joke. They need me for my salary.

They don't need me to be happy. They don't need to pay attention to my needs.

I love you. Do you love me? No, I don't.

Family life is bs and wrecked, love life is destroyed and painful, school life is retarded and ridiculous.

Love is the only thing that makes me happy, yet the feeling that i give isn't even returned.