When you burst out crying alone in your room

 and you realize that no one truly knows how unhappy you are because you don’t want anyone to know, is the story of my life.

A part of me wants to say screw it and put in as much effort into other people as they put into me, but then I realized that if I did that I'd just be doing the same thing. Equally as lonely but perhaps less butthurt, which one could argue is a good deal.

So be nice and care about people's wellbeings til they take advantage of me  vs acting like I don't care at all til they leave. I'll play a matching game until something works.

No one wants to come over when you're sober and don't hook up with people. I am sorry, but I have more standards than that. Guys who only want to hangout for one thing, is NOT a friend.