When you feel like every action is a mistake. Every word is a mistake. Everything is a mistake. And you somehow cannot find the right ways... the right words... the right actions and reactions... to be proper... properly acknowledged and properly... treated, recognized to be existing... in as simple an action as breathing the same air you are breathing, telling you your mum called... and simply trailing off... because no one has the time to listen and acknowledge your presence...

I'm not asking for a coalition of listeners or a church of my own followers. I'm just asking to be treated as you would treat a friend... not... put off like a used up reminder note...

I'm gonna cry.