"But I soon realize, that one day we will grow old and die. We will be forgotten by this world and accepted into another, wonderful place. We will be replaced and to everyone who never knew us, we will become nothing. But I want to be with you. I want to grow old and be forgotten together." - Mauve Simmons.
I don't think I relate to this in the way most people would...but for me it makes me think of my ulcerative colitis. people say to me "oh you've had it for so long you should be used to it by now" yes I am used to it, but it doesn't mean I'm not still in pain and struggling with it on a daily basis.
They don't even give me a simple hello anymore. The girl I like doesn't even seem to want to talk to me. I can literally see everyone forgetting about me. I'm so tired of being left behind, forgotten, and second best when all I want is to be somebody that'll be remembered. The worst part is that I can't even let myself try to fix things. My stupid anxiety keeps me from changing things that I desperately want to be changed. I'm so done.