Unanswered questions; to no one in particular

If you knew that you were going to treat your children this way, would you have had us to begin with?

Do you still think about me?

I'm not saying I want to, but if I did call you in a time of panic, would you actually answer me?

Were you planning on pursuing me before you saw my writing?

Are you interested in me at all?

Would you be willing to try this out?

Are you okay with just being my friend?

Am I still in love with you?

Have I ever even been in love?

Am I important at all?

Is my sadness significant to you or do you not care?

Do you mean anything that you said to me?

Ever?

Why do you still talk to me?

What was going through your head when you kissed me?

Did you mean to take advantage of me?

Do you realize that's what you did?

Do you think you get it?

Do you actually think you understand me?

Are you talking to me because I'm interesting or because you actually care?

Do you hate me?

Do you think I'm a bad person?

Do you think I'm a slut?

Is it bad that I never say no?

Why do I always put other people before myself?

Why is other people's happiness more important than my morals?

Why do I feel the need to be high all the time?

How can I be the daughter that you wanted?

Have you ever wanted to run away from here because of me?

When will you accept me for who I am?

Why can't I do that too?

When will someone love me again the way you did?

Vicious Cycle

Being upset causes me to be upset. I absolutely hate wasting my time having negative feelings towards things when I could be spending my time wisely and enjoying myself. I just can't pretend to be happy anymore either. I used to be able to, but now it just isn't worth the effort. Unfortunately, this makes my sadness or anger noticeable. People will then start to ask me what's wrong and try to help, but I feel like lately I just don't want anyone's help. Scratch that. I want the help of one specific person. I might not know who that person is at the time, but I know that if I talk with them that I will feel better. Again, sometimes I know who this person is. Other times, I don't. Lately, it's always a boy, and particularly, whichever boy I'm interested in romantically at the time. It makes me feel stupid and pathetic. I should be able to either deal with my problems myself or accept help from someone that isn't a potential partner. The fact that the words of my friends are much less significant to me just because they can't give me affection the same way a boyfriend can really makes me upset. And that makes me upset. And here we go in a vicious cycle.