Usually, once I get over sadness I just don’t care about anything else. I say, “Fuck the world and everyone in it.” But I can’t mean every word. I know this is another part of myself talking, but I have yet to accept my true self. I can’t come to grip, nor come to terms with myself and just accept the fact that I’m on the bottom of the food pyramid. I’m one of those people who disappears, and no one notices. One of those people forever forgotten. My worst fear. One of my worst nightmares.
