Gone

 Sometimes I wonder if I'm too boring. Sometimes people invite me places and they don't even talk to me after. Maybe I'm just a statue. A moving statue. Why would you want me around and not talk to me? I don't get that. I know I'm shy, but that doesn't mean I'm boring. I have a pretty interesting life, or at least I hope I do. People rarely text me. For once I would like to get a text wishing me a good morning, or an "I hope you have a great day." People seem to hit me up on weekend nights, when they want to find something to do. They treat me as if I'm some sort of a last resort, a sort of party line. What do I know about parties? Nothing.


I know I've made a fool of myself, befriend those I shouldn't have, fallen in lust with the unattainable ones. I'm trying to repair my mistakes, grow from them, but I'm just growing dull. What happened to me? I'm dead.


I met this girl last week. I was a little (or a lot) drunk, and me and this girl seemed to share so much in common. We even danced together. We spent our morning together. As soon as the alcohol was out of my system, I found her really dull, really destructive. She kept on trying to bring me out of my shell. I just met her. What made her think that I was going to open up to her so easily? She kept on asking what made me so shy. I didn't answer. I've been shy for most of my life. What made her think I was going to switch it up like *that*? Maybe that's why people find me boring. I'm not though, I'm really not....