I’m a lonely & sad little fuck.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother. Like why do I bother getting up in the morning. Why do I bother caring. Why do I bother at all.
I mean honestly, is there anyone who really cares?
Cause I’m pretty sure there is not.
My own fucking family doesn’t even care. They can’t even see that I’m falling apart.
They are pretenders.
They pretend to not see me.
& my boyfriend. He cares…. to a certain extent. As long as it doesn’t have to deal with him. When it’s fights with my mom or sister or just something else. That’s when he cares. & he says “it’ll be alright.” That’s when he cares, because it doesn’t have to deal with him. But the moment it does…
he doesn’t care. He pretends too.
Sometimes I wonder why.
Why do I bother..
I should pretend too.