This reminds me of the last day we could all be together and it could be like normal. Nobody was in the marines, nobody was working yet, only one of us had gone away. And the rest of us were still figuring things out.
I'm tired of being unimportant. Of being a joke. Of never being taken seriously. Of being ignored. Of being the lesser one. Of being nobody. I'm a nobody who cares if you piss me off, who cares if you're making me insecure in my own relationship, who cares if you fuck around with people dear to my heart, who cares? Nobody does. I'm not seen as anything to you. Nobody even acknowledges my existence much less about my opinion on important things. I'm tired of feeling like this. A day after the dirty dancing tour. It's in the summer and a Sunday.
"at 4 am she lays in bed, listening to her favorite band , thinking of all the things she's done wrong. at 4 am she thinks of all those who left , she blames herself for them leaving. suddenly she starts crying , she finally let's it out . she's not as strong as she once was. "