It’s funny how I know you won’t care. I know you wont care if one day I’m here and the next day I’m gone. And I hate that. I hate how I care so much about you, about everyone and no one gives a FUCK about me. If I just vanished no one would care. You see my fresh cuts and you ignore them. When you ask me if I’m okay, you don’t mean it, so why ask? Im here for you no matter what, even at 3 in the morning. I notice. I pay attention because i care. You dont. And you know what? Im done with this. Im done with everything. I don’t need to wish for a superpower because clearly I’m already invisible.