They forgot about me again.
They never talk to me any more. No sees me.
But no one usually talks to me anyways, so
why do I care?
It's not like I actually try get noticed, so
I guess it's my fault.
It always is.
Chapter 1 Edit
I pad through the bustling road. Everything, everyone seemed so happy and talkative, yet they almost passed through me. I am a ghost. A ghost of what I used to be. I don't try get noticed, so why do I care? I don't need friends. I never needed friends before I actually made one. Before I tried making a friends, I never felt lonely. I didn't need anyone but myself and my family. That's all. But when I made a friend, it enhanced my life, adding a spice to my plain life.
Then they made friends and forgot about me. I guess I'm just forgettable.
But then again, I don't do much. All I do is welcome people, comment, and just.... exist.
I just exist. Nothing more than a speck in the midst of a thousand other specks.
Some specks are beautiful.
Other specks are smart, floating.
I'm gray with a sheen of dull pink, along with a thousand other gray specks other different dull sheens.
I am that person that is in the crowd with those people.
And the dog just ran right into me again.