The truth of the matter is that I hate losing people. So I lose myself in them and repair the damage in between. But I’m never really fixed and pieces go missing everyday. Oh well I say. When will someone actually not be okay with losing me? I know I’m not a dust bunny you can just brush under the rug. I know I’m not invisible. Maybe I’m not meant to mean anything to anyone. Oh well. I guess its a lesson burned onto my brain. I should just push people away before they realize that they really don’t want me around. But it’s not their loss. It’s just another piece of me lost in someone who didn’t deserve me.