I'm just here. I'm just alone. I'm never texted first, never invited to anything, never asked any questions about myself, nothing. They don't notice my absence. They notice the uncomfortable shell of my prescence. They don't care about me when I'm not smiling. They just care when they can see it. And then again, they don't want to help. They want to invite me to a pity party so they can say they tried. If I died tomorrow, nobody would miss me. Nobody would care for more than a week. Some of those sick bastards would probably fucking celebrate. If I tried to articulate any of this, I'd just be mocked. The void is my only hope. Not even hope. My only way to cope with this. I'm just so alone. I'm just so abandoned. I can't get a shred of human interaction without fucking chasing people down. Fuck this.