If there's one thing the holidays do, it is to remind me that I'm invisible and no one is missing me. That feeling has been reinforced twice now.
First, my chiropractor couldn't hear me, then his assistant couldn't see me and today, my therapist forgot me. So, three strikes and I'm out.
I can't blame others as the invisibility syndrome has happened more than thrice. Yeah, I get it. I don't matter cause I'm not really here and I have zero impact.
I'm nobody, nothing, just completely alone for zero reason.
I get it, ok.
I can't go back to those places because I'm invisible.
There's such a thing as being alone and then being completely inconsequential. I get it. Message received. Can't go back. Just alone. I get it.
It's like I write people and don't hear from them for days and that's it, ya know. I'm not waiting to hear from them anymore and I'm not looking for their replies after x number of days have gone by.
Forget I'm done. Stick a fork in it.
Don't know why I'm here but it's not to be trampled on.
Just ignore me. Move on. I'm invisible. Message received
First, my chiropractor couldn't hear me, then his assistant couldn't see me and today, my therapist forgot me. So, three strikes and I'm out.
I can't blame others as the invisibility syndrome has happened more than thrice. Yeah, I get it. I don't matter cause I'm not really here and I have zero impact.
I'm nobody, nothing, just completely alone for zero reason.
I get it, ok.
I can't go back to those places because I'm invisible.
There's such a thing as being alone and then being completely inconsequential. I get it. Message received. Can't go back. Just alone. I get it.
It's like I write people and don't hear from them for days and that's it, ya know. I'm not waiting to hear from them anymore and I'm not looking for their replies after x number of days have gone by.
Forget I'm done. Stick a fork in it.
Don't know why I'm here but it's not to be trampled on.
Just ignore me. Move on. I'm invisible. Message received
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