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Left behind.

It was a joke. I get it. But before you play jokes like those, think about how I might feel. Being left behind without being told, even though you probably thought I expected it to happen. You probably don't even know how worried I was. How lonely I felt sitting there waiting for you two to appear. Walking away in hopes you two would be there. Every single time you play these jokes, you probably have no idea how much it hurts me. Everybody leaves me. I didn't think you would too. You apologised. Were you sincere? I can't even tell anymore.
I acted like it didn't matter if you left or not. You have NO IDEA how hurt I felt. How empty I feel as I type this. It feels like none of you seem to care. None of you know what it feels like to be left there. Oh right. You've never been left behind while everyone else goes and has fun.
Don't play jokes like that anymore. It's not fun. Not to me at least.

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