i used to be. so much.
i used to be interesting,
so much so that people would want to hear updates about my daily life
my opinions on things because i had the odd point of view
my presence a saving grace to some
so much so that they'd take me back despite my own conflicts
my caring demeanor and listening ear
so that they would come back for more
i was loved.
i was popular.
i was surrounded by people i truly cared about and vice versa.
to even think about how they are makes me sick.
sick because i know i might never know.
im just an empty husk now
a shell of the girl i once was
a dead woman.