If there is one thing you know to be true,
It is that you have no one.
Your friends forget about you.
Your parents blame you.
Your sister is sick of you.
And, hell, you would hate yourself too.
You do.
And here you are, all alone.
And its getting harder and harder to ignore that.
You can’t pretend any more.
Which is okay.
You figure, if someone notices, they’ll pay attention.
They’ll stop ignoring you.
And maybe you won’t be so goddamn lonely all the time.