I think I’ve been wasting my time.

But I was wasting it anyways.

I don’t think you read it.

I don’t think you could be bothered to read it.

No one else could either.

I shared it and no one came.

The words that don’t go together the mediocre flame.

Waiting for the gun shot because it was my second choice.

Trying to ignore the constant awful tune of

Tonight or soon or it’s coming or it has begun or

That same bullshit that tripped me into starting.

I don’t think it ever mattered

The words I said

I don’t think I was good enough for you from the start

You almost certainly overlooked me the same as you always do.

If you read it I don’t believe you.

I don’t believe you.

I can’t believe I’m so awful no one even knocked.

Maybe I should embrace it.

Just be awful.

Forget this fake thing that doesn’t exist and the words that never mattered and the time wasted.

Time wasted.

Time will continue to be wasted I have no life plan but to die.

Plan B.

I wonder what the B stands for.

Beside.

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