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What’s worse than the rudeness and the subtle hint of dislike is just simply not caring. It seems to be the way of things, if you can just not care about someone until you need something from them, not even think about them—it won’t matter what they say or do. You just don’t have to care.

And it is really hard to make someone start caring and to make them pay attention. I used to be the master at trying  and fighting to be noticed by others. I think you reach a point where just stop and to some degree stop worrying about it.

But everyone is going to wonder what at least one person thinks about them. There’s always that one who’s opinion you value and usually its more than one person. The thing is, that it hurts more than anything to realize that you don’t mean anything to someone, that you’re not special in the least to them and you’re totally, helplessly replaceable.

Then all you’re left to wonder is if they ever cared and why you still do.