I don't know why I messaged her. Lately, I've been sending my thoughts to those who are going to create a threat of pain that I will suffer from, in the future. So, much to my defense, I'm giving them a kind of warn to let them be aware of my feelings. But, why would they care? Yeah, why would she care... of a normal person's thoughts. A person without the fame as theirs. Maybe, I was just the words they didn't look at, the inbox they had scroll down, the picture they ignored, the follower the haven't noticed. Perhaps, I am just a casualty in their success, a strand of their hair treated the same as the other strands. And I will always... always be just that to them.
If you have read this, I know you know it's true. It had been true even just once.
