I haven't been myself in months and no one has noticed. I have this feeling that if I died no one would care. Of course they would muster up a tear or two at the funeral and then move on like nothing happened. But I mean seriously, if someone kidnapped me they wouldn't realize until I was dead in Mexico.
I told my best friend I wanted to die and she said we'll talk about it later. We never did, it was never even brought up again. The next time we talked, she was talking about hooking up with my cousin.
I told my older sister I was depressed and she didn't even look up from what she was doing. She just said okay, and went on texting. I sat there for a minute or two waiting for her to realize what I said but she never did.
I feel so invisible. Like a lost spirit wandering around the world.
I stopped talking about how I felt when people stopped caring.
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RandomThis isn't a story just my thoughts about the world, people and what they say, and others things like such. You don't have to read it but I just wanted to put it out there.
