i’m the person you’d walk past

i’m not someone people care about, never really have been. always been the girl with secrets. you know the type, imagine that one person in your school people know of but don’t know about. you could ask everyone but no one could tell you one thing about them, only that they’re quiet. i met someone a few months back on here, a really cool guy. i went ghost for over a month and didn’t reply to him. i regret that. i’ve never been good at maintaining relationships. never really been good at creating them either. i’ve been trying to convince myself i’m fine on my own for years, but recently i’ve been realising that isn’t the case. something in me craves being loved, being needed. i’m the person you’d walk past, but for once i wish you’d just see me and not the stories you hear about me