Sometimes I don’t feel like I’ve ever been missed.
Like truly missed.
I’ve always felt kind of disposable.
Like people may not mind me, or hell, maybe they even sometimes enjoy me in their life, but if I were to leave they would just kind of say okay, see you later, and live on just as they did before.
I wonder because of how strongly I can miss somebody. I wonder because of how many people have forgotten about me. I know so many people before haven’t missed me, so when I really start to miss somebody, I wonder if anybody has ever missed me like I’ve missed them.