Where no matter how many people tell you they are there for you, you still feel so alone. No matter how many times you vent and open up to people, the problem doesn’t go away. You don’t feel any better and nothing changes. You just start to feel worst, because you finally realize that no one can help you.
I’m mad at myself for ever talking to you. I’m mad at myself for opening up to you and telling you how I felt about you. I’m mad at myself that I wasn’t careful with my feelings. I’m mad at myself for getting attached to you because now I can’t seem to get over you. It’s hard to get over the fact that we’re “done”. It’s hard to see you talking to other people and not me. Now you’re gone. Why did I ever do this to myself?