You know what is the worst? When you realize that all of your people have found new people and no longer want you as their people so you just sit there alone while everyone else moves on with their lives.
It’s really annoying too, because your absense would be noticed but your presence isn’t acknowledged. So if you were to say, kill yourself, all these people who used to be your people would come forward and so to outsiders it looks like “why would she do this? she had all these people that loved her” when in reality, when you were alive they were nowhere to be found and you were only contacted if you were of some use to these people. When you are dead you are perfect for them, because you can’t ask for anything from them but you can provide them the role of “grieving loved one” that will get them more attention from the people that they replaced you with.
It’s times like these that I am glad I have cats, because I could never abandon them even when it is extremely tempting to do so. They keep me here. So I guess, to all of my former people, thank my cats next time you need something from me, because they are the reason I am still here.