No one really cares about me, in the end. My mom just wants me to eat all the time. She doesn’t care that I’m going insane from inactivity. Brothers love me, but don’t do anything to improve my day-to-day and aren’t even available to talk. They act so closed-off. Friends get back to my messages when they can. No prioritization of my wellbeing in anyone’s court.

So I guess it’s true: In the end you die alone.

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