It doesn't bother me that you always disappoint me. It doesn't bother me to have to wait. It doesn't bother me you put me last on the list. It doesn't even bother me anymore that you constantly ignore me. It doesn't even bother me that you make me cry every single day. But what's difficult is for me to have to pretend I'm happy and perfectly fine in front of everyone when in fact I'm falling apart inside. I'm not that strong. What did I do that was just so wrong?