I look at my phone as I try to come up with a text.  Everything I try is stupid.  I quickly type 'hi this is (y/n)' and send it.  It sounds so dumb to me but I just leave my phone.

I lay on my bed and my mind starts to wander.  What if peter just talked to me because it was a dare! What if his friend got super angry at him so he wouldn't talk to me! What if I just imagined the whole thing.

And with Spider-Man....  where my love lies.  What has happened with that. It seems like he's mad at me...  and there haven't been anything big to do.  I guess something in his life is keeping him from being a hero.  But what if those encounters we had were totally fake or imagined.

I feel my mind breaking so I take myself to the bathroom to shower, which means no going outside for at least two hours.  I stand in the running water, watching my skin turn into the scales that I have grown to despise so much.

"Why is my life like this..." I whisper to myself.  Life has been mean to me before I was even born...  nobody cares about me...

I get out after I clean my hair and put on some gym shorts and a teeshirt.  I dry my hair and start the tedious task of drying my skin.

I've come to the conclusion that life truly doesn't care about me.