What’s the purpose of living when people don’t consider you alive afterall? You’re practically an invisible man. It’s as if you always stand in people’s blind spot. Between the eyes. No longer needed. No longer wanted. No point in trying to prove your existence at all.
Sorry for another round of ramble. But things are pretty much overwhelming lately. I think I need a new life.
Oh, hello, April. Hopefully you’ll be a great one.