I find it funny to see that I would give the shirt off my back and help in any way I can but when I truly need someone they are to busy...
and you see it's partially my fault because I usually wear myself as if I'm tough and strong and that nothing bothers me and I help others but those others seem to forget that I'm human too...that just maybe I may need the same help they needed.
But of course they won't notice. Of course not, because they didn't really care about me. I'm just that little foot stool you use when you need to get to that higher cupboard in your kitchen.
You know which one I'm talking about? That one cupboard that you open once a year because all the fancy China that you use for thanksgiving and Christmas are in.
And you only remember you have that foot stool when you need it for that cupboard. How convenient huh? Then after you use it you toss it in the closet to get it out of the way until that emergency pops up again.yeah...that's how they treat me.
Like a footstool.
A/N:
Now I know most of you won't even bother reading this, because quite frankly I am like you. But for those of you who actually care to hear my thoughts, thank you. Obviously this is not like any of my other stories and if you are not satisfied, then I apologize, truly. However I'm trying something new. You see, in my physical form, I am very timid and I tend to shy Away from any human interaction because well, I'm kind of antisocial that way And this seems to be the only way I can express who I truly am. So thank you for reading . Have a great day and I love you, who ever you are.
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Splinters and Whispers
Short StoryThese chapters are splinters, shards, pieces of stories that don't exist and only reside in the recess of my imagination. And maybe a few true, deep feelings that exist but I'm too much of a coward to share with anyone vocally.
