No matter where i go, it always follows me. whether im out in public or at home, its always there, reminding me how obsolete i am to both others and myself. my presence in this world always goes unnoticed. every word i speak, every sentence i say, is always ignored. now, i can barely say a coherent sentence without overthinking every word. i can only assume its because of how neglected i was during childhood and throughout middle school and high school, often relying on myself, shaping me into the person i am now. At this point, i've accepted it. My existence serves no purpose to anyone, and im fine with that. I am an empty, hollow corpse rotting away day by day waiting for the inevitable.
