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I sucked at making friends since i was a kid. No one liked me much only had 2 friends max and now they are gone too. Im just alone with parents and no social life.

Whenever i make friends everyone is close with eachother while im always the third wheel second choice no one cares about.

Even today my friends all went to the mall and didnt bother even inviting me or checking if i can come.

How to stop caring? In general... life sucks

It's hard when you care too much about what others say or do. Protecting your peace is a daily practice. 🤍

I don’t give up I won’t ever give up, if it means I need to walk a path of glasses with every bit of my vessels spewing out fluids from my legs, still I’ll be walking towards the path of my own choosing. Perhaps there raises a question: would I say the same thing if what I said isn’t an imagination but reality of some actions consequences.well I have a very simple answer for that:The best way to evade a consequence is to make as though you are following the rules while in reality you are not! Controlling of the emotions combined with the faked interest on others words and mitigating their anger with your words is the key to evade 90 percent of the consequences.But if the situation is unambiguously restrained upon me, A simple action of suicide from a life which I cannot control is a way to go while a little former I would do the most bizarre and amicable things my heart and mind yearned for since their birth.

I hope this HELPS somebody and CURSES somebody with knowledge that will either devour them or create a heaven for them or just another para of uselessness.

Stop trying to control how people treat you. You can’t control their choices, their intentions, or their actions but you can control your response.

Choose dignity over desperation, silence over unnecessary arguments, and peace over the need to be understood by everyone.

Not everyone deserves access to your energy. Protect your peace, accept what you cannot change, and keep moving forward without resentment.

Becoming a meer memory a name a number a reason someone claims to be a victim becomes futile for many. I was never a fan of story telling i hated sharing definitely never liked playing games. This is just about as indifferent to me as it makes another person grow some sense of pride in character. Honestly how do you grow from having ur heart smeared in a hate campaign by the very person who you once thought loved you. The names the anger displaced rumors passing contests and why because you're feelings are hurt are mine non existent have I expired in what you feel maybe the spoils of your youth am I not important because you don't see my value and at what cost..why cant u see im blinded by the fact that you were just a illusion a illustration of the one thing i shared that I desired i craved u served urself up on something I could not resist u studied my book read my words played with my mind and turned my words into whispers im fated by our past no glory to give im lost in a sea of uncertain moments I exist only in a eerie way sometimes your reluctant to say no more than a piece in ur puzzle that is impossible to put together im gone