That really sad and bittersweet moment when you notice that the people who should’ve been closest to you have all turned their back on you and put you into isolation.

You know what though? Fuck them. Fuck all of them. The only person that has always been there for me is myself. Me, myself, and I. What a surprise. What happens when even I’m not there for myself? I’ll fall apart. Slowly but surely, I’ll wither away.

Why do the people that I care about the most, hurt me the most?