I usually expand on the truth, until I believe the lies myself. I watch movies too much, that I want my life to dramatically change by an earthquake or something, anything to make my boring life exciting. I will leave the lights on in a room after leaving, and shower for hours. And If you make an impact on my life, expect a fight if you leave.
I hate how dispensable I am to people. I hate how people feel they can just forget about me, replace me, erase me without even a second thought. It’s like I don’t matter to anyone and hey, I don’t blame you. I’m no one special. I just thought you were different. I had more faith in you and you took that, ripped it up, shoved it in my face and walked away without ever looking back.