Just Me.
Most people think that life is simple. You do what you have to do. You get up, go to school, grow up, go to work, and sometime in there... fall in love. Well, for some people I guess it is easy. For me, it isn't. I get to be the under-appreciated best friend, the girl who is in love with the guy who barely notices her. I am nobody. I am hard to remember but impossible to forget. I feel Bad when I talk to people about me because that's not my role. I am supposed to be levelheaded, solid, and non-judgmental. In listening to everyone else's problems, I developed problems of my own. I feel like no one cares about me or how I feel, they only want to use me as a tissue and leave me to decompose. I do everything I am supposed to do; I function. I am a machine, I do my job then I leave. But, I hate my job; I am rusting. And sometimes I need an ear too. It isn't like I can keep doing this forever. One day these small implosions will lead to an explosion, a big one and there won't be any turning back.
wrote this a while ago... now parts are true and parts aren't
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