hippi

It's horrible to know that you would do so much for other people, but not a single person would do the same for you. I'm the type of person where, if I consider you any form of friend, I would do almost anything for you. That's just who I am. I care about that stranger on the subway who is trying to hold back their tears, and I care about that man on the corner who buys food for his dog instead of himself when you give him money.

I CARE about people, because I know more than my fair share about what it's like to not be cared about.

But at the end of the day, giving all that love and getting none back really hurts. I'm social, friendly, loving, and (I hope) fun. But the people I consider friends never invite me to anything. Including the people I live with. They're supposedly my friends but I am almost never invited to join any of them in our building parties or even on the rooftop. I am here. Alone. Always. When if I ever did anything, I'd invite them. But I'm never invited.

I don't know what's so wrong with me, but it really hurts. I really try so hard to love everyone yet I'm always left unloved by everyone. I really just wanna cry right now.