Sad Shorts

Why me

Why do I cry when people hang up the phone?

Why do I worry all the time if people just include me because I'm a freak and I just haven't figured it out yet?

Why do I always talk to just one person that will eventually walk out my life forever never to turn back or even glance in my direction to say goodbye.

Why do I pretend to be something that I'm not?

Why haven't people realized that I'm sad on the inside and I can't take their so called "jokes" anymore?

Why do nights scare me?

Why do my days haunt me?

Why do people forget me?

Why am I always the person to get cut off in mid sentence?

Why is it always me?

I guess I'm just moody. Btw im giving credit to pang_wang for making me think of writing this. So if anyone ever actually reads this read her short stories please