it’s not the romantic part that i want, but i feel like i require something to keep that part of me together, to touch me and let me feel real. i’ve been left out in the conversations, people look at me as if i’m not there. i don’t blame them since i stopped wanting to talk recently.
“a, remember that you’re loved, we love you, come to us if you are feeling down.” they say that but words will never get across. they say that knowing that they don’t want a damn to do with my own business, i don’t want to share either, it’s just me, in my safe little shell, at least my head is starting to clear up.
i hope i come up in their thoughts sometimes.
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I really am not here. Every day I pretend I had already killed myself in 2012. I would love to be left out of any and every conversation for the rest of time 😛