"He doesn't want me."
There we have it: the main reason I ever feel sad; rejection. Or some version of me in my paranoid way thinking I'm being turned down. I like to be preferred, to come in as number one and have people love being around me and, often, take care of me. The people who are drawn to me are people who are protective of me.
But then there's the moment when they realize they can't make it okay.
There's a certain look on a persons face when they grasp the fact that they can't do anything and should better get away from me.
I'm just so alone. Alone, alone, alone. I theoretically want company but I'm not sure that'd make me feel less alone.
Rejected and unwanted.
I'll write more when I'm happier.
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