I can see everyone moving on.
I can feel it in my bones
The pain of being replaced
The pain of being forgotten
Please, remember me.
Remember me as the pretty girl
The intelligent one
Good voice, good hair
Perfect body
With all under control
Remember me as someone I never was
But please, remember me.
YOU ARE READING
Dear sad diary
Random- A diary cannot feel. I can. And I'm sad. It's my shitty life and this sucks, so don't read it.
