I thought about it earlier in class. I've always consider myself as someone who doesn't need attention just because I don't want it. I don't want it because being the centre of the attention stresses me out, it makes my face hot, and my body shake. But the truth is i need the attention. But I need people to pay attention to me because they've remembered to do it on their own, I don't want to ask for it. I want people to care and to remember me but I don't want to be the one who makes them remember, sometimes I'd rather have them forget about me than express my need of attention. Which draws me to another one of my traits, I am invisible. Worst than a ghost, because in order to see them you need to believe in them but I am real, I am here they just don't notice me nor care to do it, and this is what hurts. The fact that I can be so easily forgotten, I don't matter.
I was just waiting at the bus stop and when my bus finally arrived it just drove past me as if I wasn't ever there. Am I really that invisible?
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fatty's story
Non-FictionRandom thoughts that goes through the head of a 18 years old girl who's dealing with depression and eating disorders. I DO NOT think mental illnesses are "cute" or "trendy" nor do I encourage dangerous behaviours. *TRIGER WARNING eating disorder, se...
