Like, think about that for a minute, you want others to consider your feelings, but you consistently have made clear you’re actually content to not think about theirs

You continue to reverse the order of operations. I stopped caring about people’s feelings after years of consistent reaffirmation that nobody cares about mine. Why should I? By your logic, you don’t have to care about my feelings because I don’t care about yours. Apply your logic consistently and this whole thing will make more sense to you.

Or continue making special exceptions for yourself to justify why it’s okay to degrade me, but wrong if I question someone else’s choices, because I’m an easy target and it’s so easy to gang up on someone that already no one likes.

You’ve consistently operated on the assumption that I can simply choose to be likeable, but I assure you that no matter what I do, I will never be likeable because I don’t know how to be “normal,” and the harder I try the more people call me “cringe” or a “try-hard.” You can go back as far as you please, to my earliest memories and beyond, and I was already being ostracized, bullied, and isolated.

Call me a fucking whiny bitch. I don’t care. And when I don’t care the next time someone else complains about their problems you’ll probably call me callous. Because to you, their problems matter, and mine don’t. It’s a pattern I’m familiar with. This isn’t fucking new to me. You’re not unique, and your vitriol isn’t some breakthrough revelation that’s somehow never occurred to me.

You don’t know fucking shit about me or my life. Don’t give yourself a stroke on your way out the door.