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I type this here because I know no one reads this anymore, and because I need to blow off some steam.

I wish I had friends who would be friends with me in any season. Not give lame excuses. Like moving on or whatever nonsense. True friends.  I wish I would be appreciated for the things I do. When I serve, when I play music, when I sing, whatever. Any small appreciation for the things I do or try to do, at least. I may not be the best but I try. I wish people would care. I felt touched when Ken gave me earphones to appreciate my servitude. Really touched. And I wondered, which of my friends would do that for me? My so-called close friends? Close friends, bullshit. Friends? Don’t even know that.

Tired of being the one who keeps having to try and say sorry. Why don’t you guys try. Why is it always my fault.

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