It's times like these that make me wonder why I bother.

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It's times like these that make me wonder why I bother.

I know, I sound like a melodramatic over-complainy whining teenage girl who doesn't know how lucky she is. I feel like that sometimes, like I shouldn't feel this way, because there is always more shit for other people. At least people pretend to like me. At least I don't get physically beaten up every day. At least I have enough food and clean water, a roof over my head. At least I'm not on the run for fear of my life. But sometimes, that thought isn't enough to hold me together. I know that I don't matter enough to make it worth crying over every hurt I feel. But seriously, I try to tell people how I feel, and it just gets shrugged off, until it gets to the point where I'm in serious danger from it. I'm not good at showing how I feel and talking about feelings and all that bullshit (yes, sometimes, I think I'm a guy) but when I really try to tell my mum all the shit that I KNOW she can do something about, she just looks at me like 'I really don't give a fuck' Okay, that's my little rant over, you can go back to thinking I'm attention seeking and annoying now.