She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty

i feel like my lungs are gasping for air. the sun casts a shadow over me, and it is in that shadow that i thrive. i remain an anonymity, an afterthought. because i'm not important enough, to be remembered. No one likes being left out, but it's part of life. I get that it was a last minute thing, yet i live so close, and i'm still not invited. I get that i was never really close to you, but for my own close friends to forget about me. now i know why i can't be around you guys anymore. you suffocate me, you pressure me to be someone else, always putting up this image, and i want to escape. correction, i have escaped from that labyrinth. some people are meant to be in your life forever, and others are only meant to make an appearance. it just takes time, to forget. and the harder you try, the further away you'll push away them away. Right now i know that i am drifting away from them, and i'm not going to try anymore, i'm just going to let the sail free, and if it heads in the right direction, then kudos. In order for a ship to sail the seas aimlessly, it needs a crew, sails to control it, and the wind. People, direction, force.