i don't know how you can go from being in 7th heaven one moment and down in the deepest dumps the next. i can't explain it, but it seems to be one of my talents. my mood swings and roller coaster highs and lows are unbelievable.
anyway. i really hate being able to read between the lines. i'd like to think it's simply a case of paranoia; but it's not. i've been proven correct so many times, in spite of my wishing to be oh-so-wrong, that i'm afraid this time my hunch is once again right. *sigh*
so apparently nothing's changed. except that now i've sacrificed more and am almost immune to the ill treatment. it sucks that i'm the only one who knows what's going on and that i can't tell anyone about how i'm feeling. hell, i only recently figured out why i was hurting so bad; i couldn't possibly explain it to anyone else.
turns out i do wish i weren't so invisible and dispensable. ha. who'd have thought, huh?
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