Background

Sometimes things are predictable. They come out to be exactly how you think they will. Even when that's not what you expect.

I know that people have things going on in their lives; things that are incredibly important. So do I. The only difference is, I don't have someone who calls for the daily update to my drama. And yes, that is depressing. I want someone to care about my problems as much as I do. But that's really asking too much. I know that. So I go on with everything as if it were normal and try to pretend that it actually is. And no one notices. That's fine.

Right now there are a couple parts of me that are swollen and sensitive, and the tragedy is that it doesn't matter. It alters the way I think for a while. But no one cares. Not even a little. My life is as little as I think it is. I am as insignificant as I think I am. And those swollen parts--who would even ever notice? It's not like anyone looks twice to begin with. Unfortunately, I was born with lots of "personality", so I have a talent for fading into the background.