obvious
the amount of people that are always surrounding me has decreased. maybe it's because they are sick of my monotonous emotions or simply don't like me.
i don't care. even when my so-called friends used to invite me to their parties or just to hang out with them, i'd isolate myself.
it's just so obvious, how they disliked having me around. i'm that friend you leave behind every time. no one realizes that i'm gone. you keep talking to the rest as if i'm a statue.
when was the last time i engaged a lasting conversation with someone? my ex-girlfriend doesn't like me, either. i have no idea why she agreed to dating me in the first place.
oh, right...
she was dared to!
nobody wants michael clifford. why would they? i'm just a boring person who seems to be lifeless now, dragging my feet without caring about my whereabouts.
i have no destination. where am i going? i don't know. right now, i find myself strolling towards a park to find my usual bench of loneliness.
believe me, i wanna go home. but i don't have one anymore. mum and dad kicked me out after my first attempt.
yes, first attempt of suicide. you got a problem with that?
i see the park from where i'm standing. there aren't many people here. they like the central park and playground even more. this one seems like it's been abandoned, but not by me it's not.
at least i won't be judged here.
but it looks like someone else has found my bench of loneliness interesting.
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Castaway || mgc
Fanfiction"there's no ever after." in which michael finds himself in a mental institution with a girl that doesn't exist. [lower case intended] [ COMPLETED ]
