Invisible

Invisible

It’s funny how often I forget I’m not invisible. Just because people don’t acknowledge me, doesn’t mean that they don’t know who I am. We’ve met, but we just might not talk that often, it’s weird and kind of sad actually. I don’t know why I feel this why or why I convince my subconscious mind that no one else can see me other than my friends and family, but thats how I think. Weird right? Continue reading “Invisible”