Diego

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Well Hello There I'm Diego.

I'm 17 Years Young
I'm 5'11
I live in Texas
I like skateboarding
I like food
And anime
I like to sketch.
Oh and did I mention that I used to have a friend named Kaitlyn Fuentes but she left me in the dust when she blew up on YouTube?? Well yeah that happened.
Being Honest I never really got over it
I knew sooner or later she was going to forget about me on that day I went Into her YouNow broadcast.
I thought everything was fine.
But then I knew our friendship was going to fall apart when I heard those horrific words.

Flashback
I went into her broadcast for a second to say a quick hello just because.
I went in and saw she has over 300 views
Wtf?? I thought
"Hey Panic" I put in the chat
She always hated being called by her real name.
I knew she read my comment.
"Hey DiegoSa- Diego." She stopped abruptly during her sentence.
She knew it was me.
She forgot me for a split second.
It was that day I knew.
And the thought struck me hard.
Maybe. We just aren't meant to be friends anymore.
I mean yeah, all she did was forgot my name but she corrected herself.
But what if she doesn't correct herself next time?
What is she legitimately forgets about me.
What if I just become unimportant and become like a flower.
Flowers are extremely pretty.
Even though I'm horrific

The prettiest ones always get picked. But then once the flower fades it slowly starts losing its lust and beauty.
It just becomes a rotting minuscule in the ground.
The flower becomes forgotten. And since there's millions more.
It's so easily replaceable.
I'm the flower.
Replacing is easy.
But being irreplaceable.
Is simply just impossible.

That day never left my mind no matter what.
It seems the harder I try to forget it.
The more details come back.
I knew our friendship wasn't going to last.
And I still stand by my claim.
I mean I've already been forgotten sure I comment on Instagram and like a few pics every now and then.
But I know deep down.
You're no longer important to her.

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