I'm a piece of trash because i'm not outgoing enough.
Over and over again, it's been the same thing my whole life. Despite how hard I work or how good I am at something, it doesn't matter in the end. People forget that I contributed something important. They just want their own egos to be pampered. I'm fucking sick of fake hateful smiles from judgmental people who don't know me. I've been gradually building a protective bubble around me that I know will eventually choke me to death. But I'd rather die than get constant reminders from assholes that I'm garbage.