I think everyone hates me and finds me way too weird and stupid to actually be friends with me, even my closet friends. I feel bad when i ask people to hang out because i feel like a burden. I can’t talk to anyone about problems because i don’t want to trouble anyone with my feelings when other people have things so much worse than I do. And I never want to cry in front of anyone, because it makes me seem stupid. If i think back to why i am so afraid to cry, i remember as a child being told that crying doesn’t solve anything, but i’ve found that it kind of does. And now it takes so long for me to be able to cry and get that freedom from whatever is bottled up inside my head. I know that i am the black sheep of the family because i am not important in any way. I don’t know anything, i don’t say anything, i don’t fit in anywhere, i’m not loud, im not confident, im not enough to be a part of my family. Without me it could be a perfect family, and it’s my fault that sometimes it’s not. Idk