It hurts. To feel this way. About myself.
I like being used, that has always been me. Yet Nobody even seemed to care about me. They asked so many questions, answered my questions yet that was the only useful thing i'm good for. Because I surely didn't understand the secrets and stories they told each-other. They knew, they gossiped about subjects I didn't even know about.
I was the old man out. Everywhere. Never had the feeling of being included or accepted I was just there. Like a ghost with no feeling or emotion I was like a puppet being dragged along within herself. Yet she felt so broken. she didn't belong in a world that didn't want her. but she stayed because she loved the feeling, feeling so involved or asked a simple question because she felt important.
and so it felt good. yet it felt so sad. And heartbreaking because no one even noticed her. Ever. and it will always stay that way.
-b
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
Short StoryPart Two. There's times where we might find ourselves in the deeps of our depression. But I know somewhere deep inside that genuine soul of mines I too can find happiness. And I owe that to myself. Sincerely, Bri.
