A letter from May 31, 2023

I was never the favorite friend. They needed me when things get tough. And then they would leave me in the corners. I tried so hard to fit myself in the boxes. I was just existing. They ask me why I'm so quiet, but I couldn't tell them what was bothering me. I would rather be alone than in the company that makes me feel lonely. They laugh and I was just existing in the corners. I walked away. Then they gave each other weird glares and I never looked back. I can no longer stay in places where people make me feel like I'm the second option. I no longer need to explain myself. My silence is my answer. I walked away and I live in my own world. I no longer need to beg for their company. I'm not afraid to be by myself. Life doesn't end here.