To whoever’s reading this,
These are just my thoughts—maybe my last ones. I’m not sure if anyone’s even listening, but I guess that doesn’t really matter. I’m in a different world here. Everything feels distant, like I’m watching it all happen to someone else. Being pretty isn’t some gift, it’s like being a bag of lost money. People grab at you, try to claim you, and use you up before someone else can. They act like it’s their right, and I just let it happen because, honestly, I’m tired.
I’ve learned to shut down when a new guy touches me or hits me. My mind just goes somewhere else. I fight back sometimes, but what’s the point? All that gets me is further from where I started—like a flat tire left on the side of some hill no one drives by. I stay stranded until someone else comes along, kicks me a little, and moves on.
I don’t know if I’m waiting for something to change or if I’m just letting myself run out. Either way, it feels the same.