For. The love. Of goodness. If you want me to disappear, please say so. TO ME. Not to your boyfriend on the phone. Even though, I'm like. Right here. You know. THE OTHER GIRL IN THE ROOM. I'd like you to tell me my problem rather than hearing you rant to your boyfriend how much you despise me.

It's funny, y'know? You didn't even acknowledged that fact that I was even there. Even though you turned around when I came in the room.

Am I that invisible to people? Does it really take much to actually be noticed or liked by someone?

I'm so tired.