Everyday at school, people would confuse me with Jason Rayman, while I'm Mason Raymond.
People would call me Jason and asking about events, homework and even asking to go out. I wonder what it's like to be that popular.
It's selfish of me to think he has a perfect life. While I'm here, stuck being a nobody.
In a party, I'd just sit there like I'm not even there. People walk by me like I don't exists. Watching people socialize as I sit at a corner, watching how people talk, how they act, how they laugh to jokes. I crave for that feeling. The feeling of being wanted in a conversation.
In every gathering, I stood in silence, know every dinner I'm always quiet. No matter my family, friends or relatives, I'm just a nobody, I never existed to them. Sure they see me, they can touch me, I can speak, but what's the point when I have nothing to say?
My life isn't interesting.
No crazy adventures, no wild stories. I have nothing to say. No personal opinions and no way of speaking out. What's the point of talking when my voice gets drown out by the crowd.
Friends and family kept saying I didn't even try socialising. But I did.
I tried.
They were just too busy talking to someone else rather than hearing me.
I voiced out, I cried out, no one listened. No one cared. So what's the point of following those advices? What's the use of trying when they never cared. When THEY never TRIED to listen.
Every time I speak, every breath I made, every single second I'm alive around those people I call my family, I call my friends. I. Never. Truly. Existed.
To them.
The animals notice me, the cats that got scared by me, the birds that flew away when I approached, the stray dog that barks at me and the dried leaves when I step on them.
They noticed me more than the people that swore to take care of me.
I never existed.
And I'm sorry, if to you, I'm not trying. I'm sorry, if to you, I didn't really gave my best. I'm sorry, if to you, I'm just a nobody. A non existing person you called,
Family.
Friend.A person.
-Mason. R
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