One of my biggest fears is being forgotten. I mean, it’s happened all my life. My biological mother forgot that she had a responsibility (my sister and I) and decided to take off with a fuck buddy. My family has forgotten I exist. I know this because every time I try to talk to them or something, they never, ever, answer back. And then they wonder why I won’t talk to them.
Right now, I have three really good friends whom I can tell them anything and they won’t judge me: Briana, Stuart, and a dude name Caveman. I’m pretty sure that Nate, Briana’s man, would listen to me bitch and complain too.
Of course, I have a larger circle of friends; those my sister has introduced me to and those that Stu has had me meet. They’re fun to hang with, and maybe drink with, but if I were to leave, they would soon forget about me.
And honestly, I have no reason to complain, and I am totally being an attention whore. I have three, maybe four, good friends, which, compared to some people, makes me popular. I have a blog, a deviantart account, a tumblr, and a facebook, so whoever is friends/following/watching me will know that I am a person.
But that niggling fear of no self worth, of being forgotten again, won’t leave.
So, I’m going to flood deviantart and facebook with my drawings. Take that, world.
I’m also going to reblog the shit out of tumblr. Just sayin’.