Last night, my friends and I had a sleepover at one of their houses.
They all slept together in a bed, and I got the floor. The excuse was that I move a lot in my sleep - which is reasonable and I know I do, so I'm not hurt about that in particular. It's only that whenever I tried to say something, I was cut off.
I never got to finish a single story. Even when I'm with friends who let me talk, I never know how to finish telling a story.
They also said that I could be annoying and I need to filter myself more.
If you're truly my friends, then why are you criticizing me so damn much? Are you all perfect?
"It's like we already live together, but I already can't stand Bree." (Can't remember the exact quote, but the effect is still the same.)
Why would you say that...? Joking or not... It hurt. Not even my friends want to be there for me.
Maybe I'm so "annoying" because they're the only ones who I thought cared about me.
I guess I thought wrong.
No one cares.