Eccentric writer, general weirdo, heedless heathen
I don't know if it would really matter if I wasn't around anymore. People can look past me like I'm not even there. I was just numb earlier, because I'm fed up with everything. I have a friend that always asks if I'm mad at him. I'm kind and caring, but people still think the worst of me. I walked home in the pouring rain while people drove past me like I'm invisible. No one at work offered me a ride home because they could care less. It was lightning along the way and I thought it wouldn't be so bad if it struck me. I might have some medical issues going on and that seems to give me more reason to check out. I'm tired all the time, exhausted with life really, and don't want to keep doing this.