Dear Diary, today is a bad day. The day started off great I guess, but it ain't going that well anymore. So first, I was on facetime with my friends and they just started making plans without me and then they 'accidently' said that they don't like me. I was just there like: Guys, I'm here too. They didn't even say sorry. They didn't even say that they didn't mean what they just said. And I also really miss my ex. And my ex bestfriends. And now I've been thinking and I realized that no one really actually cares about me. No one was there when I tried to give up. No one was there to ask me how I'm doing. No one was there to care. I did it alone. I did it all alone. And now I'm the one asking people how they're doing. Now I'm the one keeping people alive. Now I'm the one telling them to not give up. But I'm the one whose actually giving up. But I'm the one who cares about everyone. And that shit hurts. That hurts like hell. That ain't fair. Why do I have to be the one. The one who cares about everyone, but no one cares about her? Why?