Saturday, November 17, 2012

The Night My Dreams Came True


I struggle with the idea of being invisible. I'm sure a lot of people do. But it tears me up inside when people seem to just look straight through me, especially when I am so desperate for their attention. Its like I'm screaming (sometimes quite literally) out for someone to notice me, even just for a moment. I want to be remembered, not just another shadow in a sea of faces, just another crazed fan. But how do I achieve that? By constantly changing my hair colour? By saying some of the most random things? By being "me"? Has any of it been working? You tell me. I feel so small, so insignificant, so worthless. So when someone actually takes the time to notice me, it fills me with hope. That maybe I am worth the time after all.



Side Note: Its true that I always want us to be more then friends. But what you don't seem to understand is that I wanted us to be best friends. And we were, until I screwed things up.