Not sure about you but I have been hurt, not once not twice; I cannot even count how many times. From been the least favourite person wherever I found myself, to been cheated on and to been abandoned by the least person I could ever have imagined.
How could I been born into this kind of world? Sometimes I wish I was born into another life where all seems perfect and people understood that it hurts to be betrayed by the ones you love the most. Each time I tried to explain that they hurt me in this way, I walked away more broken than I came.
I didn’t know what else to do, every single incident kept replaying over again in my head and they all seemed okay with it. And I hated them because of it. They couldn’t even see that they had wronged me, because they were all too busy carrying on with their lives that they had forgotten me.