We're so close, I love them more than I've ever loved anyone and we've been through so much together, but it hurts like hell when they don't even try to pretend I have human emotions and feelings.

They know I'm not having a good time right now. In fact they know I'm having an awful time. But I got one message, a half assed check up to make sure I'm still alive. Why don't they care? *Should* they? I'm just annoying and useless but fucking hell nothing is ever about me, it's always about them. I'm starting to think they're conspiring against me, that or I'm just a massive paranoid mess. I need one of them to at least try to care about the fact that I'm losing to my illness. I have no support from anyone.

I feel like such a Borderline cliche 'i hate you don't leave me'/'pay attention to me I hate myself'. I'm starting to hate them for it. 