I am being invisible, and I don’t think I have to put much effort on that. I already am.
I was angry back then, but now I guess I am just sad. Knowing that your opinion is not heard, your existence is questionable, and worst, you start to think you’re not worthy enough to get even just a ‘Hi’ from those so-called friends.
People change, people move on, people leave you and you leave them.
So tired and don’t feel like arguing anymore.
So I guess social life means who matters now, who always matters, who doesn’t, who doesn’t matter much and who doesn’t matter anymore.