I hate being ignored.

There, I said it.

I've been wanting to sat something for so long to say it and I've been having a mental war about it for more than a week and now here it is.

Why I hate being ignored.

When I was in elementary school, I was ignored. Kids didn't like me and they sometimes pretended like I wasn't there. Heck, one time I tried to hang out with a group of kids that were at a bench when a girl walked up to and said:

"Hey, Madison. Want to go somewhere?"

I said:.

"Sure!"

Do you know what she did?

She led me away from bench and went back to the kids, ignoring me for the rest of the day.

I wanted to cry.

That was the first time I started to feel like I was alone.

The second time was when my dad saw me three times while I was battling cancer.

I was thirteen.

That age, or any age, is far too fragile and vulnerable to not have their dad but their side.

I felt ignored by him.

I hated it.

That loneliness came back and I hate it.

I always feel like I'm the reason why everyone ignores me.

Even if it's something that's personal to them.

So I'm sorry if take it as anger.

I'm sorry if I'm making this about myself.

Call me overdramatic, but just know that under my string exterior is a broken girl that just wants to feel acknowledged and surrounded.

I'm sorry for not be able to control my emotions.

I wish I could.

I really wish that could happen.

Remember that I love you all.

-Maddie🐶🎤💕