I’m really scared that a few of the confessions on here are from you.
Every now and then, I come here when I feel sad, usually just to rant about something in my life. But I was browsing through the confessions… and at least one sounded so eerily like you. I’m sorry that I can’t give you what you want. I do care about you, but I don’t think that you should feel upset even if I didn’t. I used to feel like that about someone else but eventually I realized that he didn’t have an obligation to care about me any more than he cared about any of his other friends. People feel the way they feel and it’s not right or wrong either way. I feel like sometimes you demand that I give you more than I’m willing, as if I owe it to you, but I don’t. If someone doesn’t care about you, shrug and move on. If you want them to care more, actually be in their lives in a way that is beneficial to them, not just in a self-sacrificial way that makes you feel briefly good about yourself. Don’t just say “I spent this much time/effort/energy on you” because that’s not meaningful to the other person; it’s just selfish martyrdom.
And if you think people think you’re not worth their time, figure out what you can do so that you’re unequivocally worth their time instead of sitting around and wondering about it.
I realize that chances are those confessions weren’t written by you, but I’ve wanted to say these things to you for a long time now. I do care about you, but I have my own life, too. What exactly am I supposed to do, call and text everybody I’m friends with periodically to check to see if they are alive? Really?
I know you’re depressed and you can’t help it. I know because I’ve been there. I’m still half there. But nobody can help us except ourselves and there’s no sense in feeling disappointed in that. We have to get up by ourselves and then everything will be okay. I promise.