Nothing changes. Nothing *changes*. It just gets worse.
One day people will look at me and really see me. One day people will appreciate me. I just hope that by then I'm not so broken and twisted by all that goes before that I'll turn round and laugh in their faces.
Ach. This isn't about me.
Or perhaps it is.
Later : But how could I stay angry once I'd seen this? :
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