They know. The few people I still talk to.
They tell me my life's not ruined, the worst is over, I'm so strong and brave, things will get better. My life is ruined, their world is the same. I know they'd be sad but, they didn't help me when they could have. Everyone just stands around and waits for the situation to fix itself. It's not their place etc.
It's like they refuse to actually see the situation from my perspective. I don't get it.
I won't even talk to my mom anymore because I have no more will to lie and pretend things are okay. I'm completely truthful with her about how I feel and it always devolves into an argument.