I wonder and wonder
" Do I matter in your life? "
Everytime I look at you, I keep asking that question, but you never hear it. Why? Because you're always so busy with her. She seems like she completely just took your attention. Was I not "cool" enough for your past kindness? We used to always laugh, but now I keep looking back and question, "How did this make me laugh? Why can't I do it now-a-days?"
YOU ARE READING
~ depression vents, quotes and slight art ~
No FicciónThis is just a book where I can escape reality and cry my feelings out. If you don't seem amused by this, you may go. People are allowed to also vent with me in here, so I won't mind the load of comments I might or might not receive.
