Starting to believe that the person i think i am only truly exists in my head, as a fabric of my imagination, a distant dream of the person i wish i was. Why do i think this? Because to everyone in the real world i’m about as useful as a wasp. Hover around for a while and i manage to piss everyone off enough for them to swat me away, thinking no more about it once its gone. Or possibly only worrying that it may come back. The thing that upsets me the most, more than that reality is the fact that, i think that this is my best, and with that knowledge, i dont really know where i fit in the world anymore, i dont have anything else to give.