Used to be delusional hope and out of concern for my relatives when I was at my worst in my early 20s. Now fate has conspired to show me that no one gives a single fuck about me.
I'm actually happier now. I feel completely free. I've defeated my demons and they're now running around desperately foaming at the mouth. I'm living in a spoof horror movie where instead of harming anyone the ghosts can only brush open doors. Their Supposedly terrifying howls are only a fart in the wind. Think the three stooges but undead, slipping on bananas peels falling all over themselves. They're in an endless purgatory where they try to haunt you forever over a personal slight, without the collective brain power to ask if this is even proportionate, necessary, meaningful or intelligent.
My plans are half baked and contrived at the moment. Plus doing it now would seem attention seeking. I'd rather fade out of memory. I want the right to fade into obscurity like the rest of them.