tell me i'm not worthless. tell me i'm more than that.

does it matter if i leave? has my passing affected any life at all in this time and place? or have i managed somehow to pass without leaving traces. no footprints in the sand (they were washed away by the sea), no changes in mindsets/lives of the people i've once touched whatsoever?

if i disappear now, would it make no difference. maybe some would puzzle over a certain thing they knew was there yesterday but is not here now. what has been changed that they cannot put a finger to? but they'll dismiss it as something insignificant.

would it have mattered if i was any other girl? would you have done the same?

am i a friend? do you respect me to the extent that you respect... say... that friend?

yes i'm talking in riddles. i'm afraid to expose myself. i'm scared. of people knowing what lies deep. i'm scared of what i did. i'm scared of what happened. of what i let happen.

i'm scared of what opinions might form. i'm scared of knowing the truth. even about myself.

in a past life i must have done something really wrong to make me the way i am.

IDIOT. 2:17:00 PM