Diary Entry: I’m Not Here to Be Used

These days, relationships feel like tissue paper — used and tossed away without a second thought. And I loathe that. There’s no worse feeling than realizing you were only needed, not valued. That you were convenient — until you weren’t.

If you don’t have the intention to genuinely invest in someone — to respect them, to give them your time — then don’t create the illusion that you do. It’s unfair. Cruel, even. I’m someone who trusts deeply and expects basic respect in return. That’s not too much to ask. But being treated as an option or a backup plan? That cuts deep.

I won’t lie — it hurts. It breaks something inside when you realize you were only remembered during an emergency. Used, and then silently discarded like you never mattered. Some people tolerate that. Maybe they've become numb to it. Maybe they fear confronting it — afraid of losing the connection, even if it’s toxic.

But I don’t see the point in keeping such people around. Let’s not call it friendship. Let’s not call it love. Relationships without respect aren’t relationships at all — they’re just transactions.

So here’s what I remind myself: Speak up. Stand tall. Earn your respect. Demand it, even. Because if you don’t respect yourself, the world surely won’t. You are not disposable. You are not here to be anyone’s convenience.

You are the most important person in your life. Don’t forget that.