I often wonder why I bother. What's the point? I may as well not even be here. Did I somehow become invisible or something? How is ti that, even if I try... Even if I run up to someone and smack them in the side of the head, they don't even notice I'm there! Then, five minutes later, when I'm sitting alone in the corner of a room, content because I'm by myself and no one can ignore you when you are alone, the very person I was trying to contact walks up and wants to know what's wrong? And then they refuse to leave me the hell alone until I smile and tell them its all ok. But do they believe me? No. THey are then convinced that something IS wrong and hover over me for the next hour and a half, telling everyone else they've ever met that something's bothering me.
Will the torment never cease?
Aya_Kyuketsuki Community Member 
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