Abandoned, like always.
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow.
Beautiful Day, U2
I feel like.. I just feel as if I don’t have any friends. And that people, secretly, don’t like me.
Nobody in DEVC123 cares about LB Times anymore. Nobody thinks it’s a big deal that 345 copies of it are still sitting at my home, waiting to be owned by people who will actually read it.
I sent a message to all my classmates, asking for help, because, as I told them, “I AM SO DAMN TIRED.” Which I am. So much. And only two people replied: the one who was responsible for circulation, and another person who said he’d remind the former. That’s it.
Actually, I thought no one would reply at all, so I was shocked when somebody did–after about ten or fifteen minutes.
Anyhow. I just had to release it.
I’m still stressed. Sad and depressed. And my parents are no help–they’re rubbing it in that I failed as a leader. I didn’t want this job in the first place.
