Why Am I Left On Read?

Except for my mom and a few of my family, every single text or short conversation I have, I'm left on read. As if people can barely tolerate to speak to me. 😂

I know it sounds dramatic but it's true. 💯

Sometimes people can message me but it always ends with me. I guess I'm too strange and end up saying something stupid. So people think I'm too weird to reply again to. Like I'm some alien from another planet. 🤓

I'm used to this. Even if it still hurts. Even if I pretend I don't care. Even if I try to blank my mind from all the rude people I've met in this weird little life. I'm used to it. ✌️

But I also am thankful for the few people who actually take time to message me or like my posts on Facebook and Instagram. It might not seem like much to you but to me it means everything. As if someone actually takes the time to care. To remind me that I'm worth being alive for. 🫶

Sending love to the people who take the time to be nice to me! 💌