Some weird thoughts came across me.
Making me feel angst, in such a way I was considering to ask the people who "love" me, a particular question; do you really love me?
Referring to all the times I've poured down my thoughts of pain and hatred, focused on one person who made my life miserable. But I've never stopped to think; maybe this is how my friends treat me.
Ever since this thought infected my brain, I stopped talking about the flaws of that person. Of how much drama they've caused in my life. I didn't want them to have this recurring thought in their head too.
I've always had that sudden urge, to ask my friends if they really do love me, or if it's just to comfort me, and so they wouldn't care less.
I genuinely love my friends, especially that one person that somehow always reads my chapters. (love ya kingeth marketh).
I don't have a problem with being unloved to some of my friends, but the thing that scares me is that the love and affection they've shown me, was never genuine.
So, just straight up tell me.