Thoughts
Does anyone ever get this feeling like... you're not worth anything. You're the consolation prize and no one really wants you. Sure, you leave an impact, but you're not really there. You're just a page in their book of life. Like it would be so easy to erase yourself and people wouldn't know or they'd move on... that you're nothing but a ghost that won't have an impact. That feeling of being inconsequential. Of being a burden. Of being wrong. Of knowing you're nothing and that eventually you'll be forgotten. Of first fearing the inevitable and then being resigned to it as time progresses.









