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When everyone left.
When I was ignored in every gathering.
When my mom told me she hates me.
When my mom told me to go kill myself so they'd be rid of me.
When they picked the biggest fights with me over the smallest things I did.
When my friend of ten years doesn't even see me anymore.
When you all did whatever you wanted to me, even though I was always there for everyone.
Now—
how do you expect me to read your messages right away? How do you expect me not to be cold? How do you expect me to care about anything?