i am oh so alone in the world. For every person in my life puts me on a shelf and takes me down at their convenience like I am made of nothing but dust, the dust that lies on the shelf and needs to be swept off eventually. The worst part is I let them; I won’t tell them it hurts me. I will just crawl back to them like a coward and they go about like they’ve done nothing wrong. I am utterly disappointed in myself.