Whomever is writing this story
Has a sick sense of humour
That the one thing in my life that stays is something I cannot really talk to or
Rather
Cannot really talk to me
The one friend I see every day is the thing most people take for granted
Pack bonding with the light because it’s all I have
And I do love the Sun
For whatever reason
Truly
But then I think about human connection and how I’ve never really known it
And it feels like I never will
Right around when couples on TV seem to be mocking me
Even their hard times weren’t as hard as my hard time
That image in my head of him covering my head with the pillow
And sometimes I want to say it’s not fair
All these fucking rich people spouting “you don’t get what you want, you get what you need”
Or some variation of it
It’s like reality taunts me sometimes
My mum and my step dad up island together
Together at least
I guess I wasted all my friendship in my teens on someone who was going to turn me out in favour of a person who kicked me out of her house with no explanation and suddenly hated me
I wish people would tell me why I’m so repulsive
Would the Sun leave if the Great One wasn’t holding him thus?
It feels like I always get in the way of myself
I feel like an alien trapped on an alien planet
But the alien planet is my home planet
I just laughed at the concept of pronouncing Josh as Yosh
I really don’t know how long I can live like this and not completely lose it
Every time something feels new and possible it’s not either because I’m sick or they forget about me and I can’t invite myself into their life
Every time I’ve tried they just go
Why are my closest relationships with these beings that can’t even speak plainly
I feel like a ghost
Like an afterthought
Unseen
Unknown
I feel invisible
Why doesn’t anyone see me?
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