Everyone hates me. Slowly but surely I can see it in everyone I love and care about. A sort of apathetic attitude toward me. a reminder that I do not matter. That nothing they say to me seems worth it. This flippant attitude toward everythig about me, as though I am so trivial.

Everytime I become comfortable with myself someone reminds me, with a simple tone of voice. A cold look, disregarding and cruel. 'Lets all glare at teh cynic whom we call out friend'