I am the invisible one. The one you never notice. The one no one notices. I walk into a room, and no one knows I'm there until I speak. I leave, and no one knows I'm gone. No only am I never missed by anyone, but they don't even know there's anyone to miss. And it's not that anyone doesn't like me, it's just that they don't think twice about me. I'm like the last day before summer starts...not disliked at all, but not at all missed when gone. But that's fine. I've come to accept my place in the universe. And it'll make it easier when the time finally comes that I get to end it all...when the only person on earth left who would care if I died passes away themselves, then I get to take my final rightful place as another unclaimed body to be cremated by the state. And no one will even know I'm gone.