Forgotten
I feel completely forgotten about.
I was on this ride with everyone else, but someone else was driving and they left me somewhere on the side of the road.
It’s a pattern in my life, that I seem to follow quite faithfully.
I never do the leaving, always the left.
Abandoned.
The pattern stops now.
I’ll stop trusting people. I’m not letting anyone in now.
I hate getting left. It’s my life, I’m taking ownership.
I’m doing what I want.
I want no one.
I want to be left alone.
I want to go away.