Oops more being a depressing asshole you can skip this
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I was thinking about prom a moment ago. I broke up with my boyfriend a few days before, but… but at the time, I’d thought I might still go. I had gone shopping with my two girl friends, and they were excited about going together. I asked if they’d mind if I joined, since… well, it’d been mine, not his.
They never contacted me. My dress sat in the closet. I ended up going to bed early that day. I thought they hated me until a few days later when they revealed that no… they’d just hadn’t thought to call me.
…that’s… something I understood really well, ahaha.
I’ve always been the one who’s forgotten and ignored.
There were multiple times when I’d get a call in the middle of the day from annoyed friends wondering why I wasn’t at a D&D session, only for them to realize that no one had invited me. It was pretty common. It was always me.
I also remember visiting a museum with school, and how we broke into small groups to keep together. I got separated from mine early on and nearly had a panic attack because I didn’t know where to go. When I found them again, at the lunch room, no one had noticed I was gone. My best friend was in the group.
When someone is forgotten, when someone is left behind, when one person isn’t accounted for, it’s me.
I write a lot in this stupid fucking posts, but here’s the funny thing: I am always pretty sure no one will read them, because who would even care?
…why would anyone even care?
I’m pretty much just a waste of space, you know?