I am tired of being forgotten about, I do not know what it is about me that people feel it is necessary to not extend invitations to anymore. More so, why tell me about it again and again knowing how it makes me feel? I get it, I know I am not at the happiest moment right now. I may be down, sometimes I cry and can't control it. But being forgotten about...it only pushes me farther down, farther away, farther into darkness, into lonliness, into dismay, and leaves me with less want to get up again.
Just forget about me, don't worry about it. Happens all the time.
That's all I have to say for now.
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