Insignificant
It always starts the same way. A tightness in my chest. Not the kind that makes you panic, but the kind that quietly settles in, like something heavy has decided to make itself at home. I know this feeling. I've met it so many times before. It only takes one trigger: neglect. Someone asks me something, and I answer with so much excitement. I tell a story, share an idea, or talk about something that genuinely makes me happy. For a moment, I feel seen. But then the conversation moves on, the topic disappears, and it's never brought up again. Maybe they simply forgot. Maybe it wasn't that important to them. But somehow, my heart translates it differently. It whispers, "See? You were never important enough to remember." And suddenly, I become invisible, like a shadow standing in a room full of people. It's strange how something so small can hurt so much. I don't even know why this keeps happening. Is it because I'm already having a bad day, because my ...
