I don't even know anymore...

I don't know what it is about being rejected and replaced, but part of it gets easier every time.
And part of it gets harder.

I've been facing a lot  of rejection  in my life recently. I've been dealing  with it non-stop since I was young. It's part of life. Everyone feels it. I've had a good life. I've been blessed with a great family, and most of the time, great friends. But...I've been...scarred?

When I was...almost 8, there was this girl named Stephanie Shelley. And she beat me up, verbally and physically, whenever she got the chance. Which wasn't often, thank goodness.
When I was 12, my best friend stabbed me in the back(noooot literally) and I had trouble coping. I had NO friends for two years.
I have 6 sisters....nuff said.
I know I have it easy. But...I've been hurt...

Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions...maybe I'm overreacting...
My sister is betraying me. She's rejecting me. Excluding me. The girl I thought was my best friend...
And Jacob? Let's not even go there.
I'm clinging onto Helen. I can't let her go. I just can't. And, maybe I get jealous  too easily. Maybe that's my problem. Maybe I just need to slap my hand and say, "Aurora. Suck it up and pretend nothing's wrong." But I'm tired of crying myself to sleep. I'm tired of feeling friendless and left out. I'm tired of spending my time reading school books, watching psych, and eating Nutella by the spoonfull....