You’re faded to be the one left alone. There is no change of scenary.
You realize that you’ve been seriously alone your entire life. You’ve constantly mistaken girlfriends for friends, ‘cause you have no friends at all. This is the week of your birthday, and there’s absolutely no one even talking to you. Or even missing the fact that you are completely gone of all your activities. Your last screaming act of trying to catch anyone’s attentions by bringing the point that you’re breaking up, or all your constant low self-esteem and suicidal jokes are just being terribly ignored by… well, everyone.
You just stay home watching crappy netflix series the hole day, hoping that, within paying enough attention to other people’s lifes, yours is just going to pass faster and things will solve. Or that all tha friendly relationships you are addicted to are going to come real. But you know they are not. They’ve never came real, why bothering now? Just get over it.
You’re faded to be the one left alone. There is no change of scenary.
Letter to myself.
