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Friendships am I right

I don’t understand how people can say such awful things like that and yet be completely unaware of how hurtful their words are.
For some reason my ‘friends’ always have the impression that they don’t have to take me seriously //well actually it’s probably because I always go the extra mile to make sure no one knows that things don’t ever get to me// so like they just feel they can make fun and put me down so freely because they know I won’t get mad and I’ll probably just laugh it off and “not let it get to me”.
But you know, that’s still not fair. It shouldn’t matter what kind of impression anyone is giving off–there is never any excuse to make fun of someone in mean ways and make blows to their self esteem.
I know I have done a lot of shitty things, but never that. I would never attack at anyone else’s self-esteem.

And the thing is they’re supposed to be my friends! What kind of friends say mean stuff to you like that?? They think it’s a joke but jokes shouldn’t be so negative like that. “Joking” about how terrible you are at something or poking at your flaws is not funny, you can laugh all you want but it’s just plain mean spirited.

I don’t need negativity and people like that in my life. My friends should be people who you feel better to be around and are fun in the most harmless way and knows not to say awful things that would hurt your confidence.

I’m sorry, I’m just really frustrated about that. They’re so mean. It’s not fair to me I have never said anything to bring down their confidence or make jabs at their flaws. If anything I have been so encouraging! I help them with building their own confidence by helping them with fashion and hair advice and just being really encouraging and making them laugh!

How is that fair??
I deserve better. I’m so mad that it took me this long to see it.

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Detached

Especially in crowds, I feel so detached. There’s this moment where I look around at everyone surrounding me, I watch how they smile and laugh, I observe their interactions with each other, and I feel alone.
I can’t help but feel like some sort of outsider looking in, like I don’t belong–or I’m out of place.
I don’t want to feel this way, I keep pushing this thought further in the back of my mind, but it always finds its way back to the surface.