So...she mentions me now, just not the way I wanted her to. I want to feel special, not just be talked about like I'm some person. She's good at making me feel special...sometimes. But not recently. Not for a while.
Reading the above after posting it made me cry for some reason.

A lot of things are bothering me now. ALOT. Perhaps...too many. I feel like I'm being eatin alive. Things upon things. Her intentions are best....but she still doesn't get some things. Things I can't explain. I've tried. It's just...something I must live with. Heh...I can't even go out of my way to say all the things I feel in my own journal, that's a little...bothersome. Along with the rest of the thousand things. Ick.

Since when was life said to be easy? I just have to harden my skin a little more with the hurt. Some days, I don't remember why I let my guard down.

Where is my fairy told story for this situation?