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I feel like I am the background character in everyone else’s story, a warm body in a room full of people. My community is dying all around me and with the way their deaths are being swept under the rug it feels like it’ll take a few weeks for people to get over it. A kid died at my school and nobody really cares anymore, I want to leave a legacy of greatness behind for me to be remembered but it is so hard to wake up every day and know that I am nobody’s favorite. I am the kid you sat next to in class that borrowed a pencil. I am the one who complimented your outfit at the mall. I am a small bout of joy made solely to lift you up and fade away into the background because nobody cares enough to try and keep me. I’m so tired.

Wow so glad I took a birth control pill RECENTLY. it’s almost 12 am, I almost missed it.

The day we buried our father, the eccentric neighbor who had terrified us as children appeared at our mother’s door. He grunted condolences with a shake of his head: “A good man, a bloody good man.” As our mother’s billowing grief subsided over the years, we noticed that a section of the fence between her yard and his had disappeared. A path developed. For two decades, that path mapped the unlikeliest of friendships and led to a quiet, unexpected love. Our neighbor won’t walk that path again. Our mother grieves for another bloody good man.

Why can't he make a fucking move tell me you like me or stop flirting

He has to like soneone else. Im fucking delusional.