Quotes About Neglect

Definitely hate being ignored...esp by the person I want to give the most attention to.

While you're IGNORING her someone else is BEGGING for her attention.

Being ignored is probably the most frustrating and annoying thing ever!

What's worse than being hated? Being ignored. At least when they hate you, they treat you like you exist.

I hate being lied to I hate being ignored & I hate being used.

Friendship should never be neglected or else it might be ended.

Whenever a person is ignoring me, what they're actually doing is making a conscious choice to communicate that I'm not important to them.

Each time you ignore me, I regret every text message that I've ever sent you.

I feel so lonely, lost, and forgotten. I've never known I could feel so rotten.

You complain about being lonely, but when I was there for you, you completely ignored me.

Those nights when you just breakdown realizing how lonely you are, and that nobody even cares

Sometimes I just feel that I was not more than a napkin that was used by others.

Even the strongest feelings expire when ignored and taken for granted.

I wish I was the white crayon. Then no one would use me...

I hate being taken for granted...but that's okay, when I'm gone you'll realize how important I was.

It's really sad to hear that we dont understand and dont care, it's just our efforts being taken for granted.

If you stay in a relationship where you are constantly neglected and taken for granted...you have no one to blame but yourself.

While you're ignoring me, someone else is begging for my attention.

I'm used to it. I'm used to being cancelled on. I'm used to being left out. I'm used to being the second option. I'm used to being forgotten about. I'm used to being ignored. I'm used to getting the blame. It's OK. So don't feel bad if you do any of these things to me. I've learned to keep my expectations low, just so none of these things would matter..

Staying with someone who doesn't appreciate you is like standing in quick sand, slowly sinking in sadness.

Life has this funny and annoying way of making you feel guilty for things you failed to do.

No one spoke to me. I was easy to ignore. It was not so very different from home, really.

But it was not kindness he lacked; it was interest. His gaze passed over her as if she were not there.

I was so happy renting in New York City for so long because renting—or at least the way I rented, which involved never lifting a finger to better my surroundings—allows you to let things literally fall apart all around you. Then, when it gets to be too much, you just move on.