23 Parte Kumpleto MatureI used to think I didn't need anyone. Friends, family, people-I kept them at a distance, too caught up in my own world to care. I ignored messages, brushed off invitations, and acted like I had more important things to do.
Then, one day, I stepped outside, and no one knew who I was.
Not my friends. Not my family. Not even the barista who made my coffee every morning. I tried everything-calling, pleading, screaming-but it didn't matter. It was like I had never existed.
I don't know how or why, but I'm cursed. No matter what I do, no one remembers me. And the worst part? I can't even blame them. I was the one who pushed everyone away. Maybe this is what I deserve.
At first, I fought it. I tried to make people remember. But nothing worked. Eventually, I stopped trying. What's the point of fighting when there's no one left to fight for?
I exist, but I don't matter. I live, but I'm completely alone. And now, I'm starting to wonder-if no one remembers me, do I even exist at all?
