Forgotten; that's what I am to you and that's all I'm ever going to be - a memory, because I can't and never will be something you'll miss.

And no, I'm not okay. Sometimes I wonder if you think of me once in awhile, if you ever miss me, if random happenings remind you of me somehow, if you ever get the urge to text/call me and just ask if I'm ok once in awhile, if you ever ask A, D or G how I'm doing. But it doesn't and will never matter anyway. Afterall, I'm just a nobody and I don't mean anything to you at all, and it's not like I ever will.

So, yeah.