dear diary,
I think I'm a ghost.
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In which a girl believes she is simply invisible, when she (in reality) is visible.
(No this isn't fantasy.)
You'll figure it out.
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No one ever sees me, even in school.
It's quite nice, being able to be unbothered.
Then again, it can become quite lonesome.
Sometimes I like to write, especially at lunch.
Listening to a song that is completely opposite to the mood I'm feeling.
Then it all just pours out.
Just like the tears when I go home, sometimes I can't hold in my loneliness.
It all pours out once again, which disturbs my writing time.
No one really pays attention to me.
It's like I'm a ghost.
Am I?
That's be fucking epic though.
Oh no,
My loneliness is spilling out again.
from,
z.
