That's what most people tell me when I open up my problems.

The conversation would usually go like this:

 "Friend": Hey, you look glum today. What's wrong?

 Me: *starts spieling (which I regret doing a few hours after because when I spiel, I spiel.)

 Friend: ...

 Friend: It'll be okay.. *starts joking insensitively*

And it's annoying.

I appreciate you trying to "be here" for me, but no. I did not just spieled my heart out just to hear lies like "It'll be okay."

I'm not asking you to be all nice and cry with me but stop telling me this .

Do you all know what it's like to live where no one listens to you? Like literally no one.

It's like, you're all ears to listen to their problems but they start spacing out when it's your turn to share yours.

You genuinely ask them what's wrong because you know there is, they start telling about them, you listen intently and think of things to say, carefully tell them realistic stuff, they'll smile and tell you they're thankful..

But when it's your turn to cry,

They space out and here comes the "Don't worry, everything will be alright" crap.

It's suffocating. I never wanted anyone to feel my burden or the pain that I feel. All I want is someone who'll listen sincerely.

It's pathetic how I'm so ready to give the people I love a million bucks for their thoughts, but they won't even take out a cent for mine.

I give out too much and I get in return. It's pathetic.

I feel like a genie. I grant wishes only to be back in a lamp.

I hate it when people ask me what's wrong because I know 99% of them aren't concerned. AT ALL. You know how some act all caring and fake for the sake of humanity? 

Asking me what's wrong out of plain curiousity is ed up.

I want to know how it feels to have a friend who'll look at me in the eye and wordlessly hug me and tell me to "let it all out."

I want a deep conversation wherein I'm free to let go of all the frustrations I have.

I hate it when people only remember me when they need some sort of cheering up, but fail to notice when I'm the one in need.

I hate it when people think someone like me isn't allowed to feel down.

I hate that no one seems to care.

I hate it that no one pays enough attention to see me slowly crumbling down and on the verge of giving up.

After experiencing the thread above over and over again. I figured it's actually better to keep every thoughts I have to myself.

Because at the end of the day, all I have is me and me alone.