every day i am shown just how truly meaningless my presence is. i don’t know how she does it, it’s driving me insane just thinking about all that time i spent and it didn’t mean anything. it genuinely has me wondering if anything i did meant something. it upsets the fuck out of me. like i’m not even mad i’m just unbelievably sad, it doesn’t make any sense, and i don’t think there’s anything i can do but just accept this.