"What goes around, comes around."
I never thought karma would hit me so soon. I admit, I had been a bad person and a friend to someone yet who would've thought it was this bad? How silly and unrealistic of me to hold such notion. To think I'm considered one in a million. Look where I am now? "I don't feel lonely when I'm alone." What a terrible lie that was. "I don't need anybody, I'm okay on my own." What a selfish and idiotic idealism I had.
I thought, I was the one pulling the strings. I thought, hey, they need me. I'm laughing. What a sick joke.
Why do I feel this way? They're allowed to talk to whom and whoever they want. They're not my puppet for me to play when I'm bored nor were they when I'm needed some little attention. They're their own person. Yet, ironically, why do I feel this way?
I want to be loved. I want to be valued. I want to be someone that people are so afraid to lose me. Is that too much to ask?
Is it?
