radiant jackal
I feel like if I don’t beg for it, and bother people until they respond then nobody would notice me or care. Honestly, they still don’t. Nobody does. I cry every night because I have to literally beg for someone to realize I’m even still alive. To remember I exist. Even then, they couldn’t care less.
I am incredibly lonely. I obsess over a girl who probably has no real interest in me. Sometimes I think fondly of friends who really only care about me when I’m making jokes, and other times see them for just that.
I feel like garbage. Nobody sees me for anything other than that. Trash. Waste. Ruining the environments I’m in just with my presence alone, like a landfill of worthless, useless garbage. That garbage being my emotions that nobody seems to care about.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this knowing full well not a soul will see it, or if they do, they won’t bother. I’m practically invisible, no matter how much I beg everyone around me to see me.
remote kelp
untold condor