I'm just sick of having to be the one who has to a start a conversation to get people to talk to me, and I'm quickly forgotten as soon as I disappear from people's sights. I spent the last three weeks in hiding, kinda waiting for the phone to ring, nobody, not even my mom....

or maybe a mail or two from old friends. Well, nothing.

I'm not upset anymore, just disappointed, it seems I don't really exist.

I just don't matter. Life just goes by quietly. I wish I knew how it felt to be wanted.