on the verge of tears because i know no matter what i do i'll always be seen as the extension of someone else. im never my own person. i'm just an alt account. a toy to be used and then discarded when people are done playing with me.
i miss my friends. I miss when it was just me and them. when it was just us. but i know they're never gonna come looking for me. they're never going to want to look for me. because i'm not him, and i'll never BE him, even if i try and pretend that i am.
just once, i want someone to fucking say that they care about me. that i meant something, that my existence MEANT SOMETHING, to ANYONE AT ALL.
but i know they won't. it'll never happen.
because all i am is the discarded parts of someone else. abandoned, just like the last time, just like every other time.
all i am is something that doesn't belong. forever out of place in a world where either nobody understands, or everyone's already found their own missing puzzle pieces.
— #⚔️🎮🌈 (Kirbopher, Terrain Of Magical Expertise)
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