Nobody cares about me.
But I'm fine with that.
I'm really fine.
Why would I care, when obviously nobody else cares?
About my mental health,
About my dreams,
About my fears,
About my victories.
About me.
About the fucking annoying, little me.
And when they don't care about me,
I shouldn't care about them.
They don't deserve my thoughts.
They don't deserve me.
But who does deserve me?
When nobody cares?
When I'm always lonley, doesn't matter what I do.
Doesn't matter how hard I try.
To fit in.
To win friends.
To be good.
To be nice.
To be fucking enough.
Nobody cares about me.
Because I'm selfish.
Naiv.
Annoying.
Arrogant.
Frangile.
Hysterical.
An emotional wreck.
I get, why nobody cares about me.
I'm exhausting.
I suck their energy out.
Till they are too tired to walk.
To life.
I get it.
I really get it.
I really get, why nobody cares about me.
But I'm fine with that,
I have to.