Am I that easily forgotten? What did I do to deserve this? What wrong have I done? I have been good. I have been kind and caring and patient. I have not once set my foot out of line purposefully, and I am a good fucking person. I don't yell at people. I'm not mean to people. I don't make fun of anyone. I don't put my hands on people unless it's lovingly or if I'm joking, so never maliciously. I am a damn good listener and mother fucker I'm a god damned catch. So what is it? Why am I still not good enough? Is it my looks? Because I'm fixing those. I'm eating healthier and much much less. I'm getting out of bed every day and I'm taking a shower every day and I'm practicing my make up. "Why do good girls like bad guys?". More like why do good guys go for terrible, mean, witchy people when there are good girls in the world who deserve some fucking love to. I mean damn. I don't party. I don't drink. Yeah, okay I take fucking pills, but it's not like I can get through this completely sober. I can't watch every day as more and more people forget about me, or pretend I don't exist. I stay at home on Friday night's, and I read or I watch Netflix or hell I'm even in FUCKING COLLEGE. I am in SCHOOL. I don't have a job because all of my time is taken up with my SCHOOLWORK. Did I make the clear enough? I am actually so angry and mad and hurt and absolutely crushed. I don't know why people can't love me. I don't know why I'm not likeable. I don't even know why I care anymore. I just need pills. And a whole lot of them. Maybe then I'll forget about you, and my feelings. And maybe then I'll be okay.
