being invisible.

i’m sick of being your second choice. i don’t want to be your back-up plan. i’m not ‘good enough’ for now. i’m tired of people looking through me and not at me. i’m not here for you until something better comes along. it’s not, ‘oh amanda will still be there when i’m bored, so just forget about her for now’.

i’m done with being ignored and abandoned and passed over.

you’re just like everyone else.

and you just don’t care.

why do i try so hard? it doesn’t matter.

but i matter.