For Sarah.

November 16th, 11:29pm
My room, lights off.
Covers on.
Tears about to drop.


What's worse? To watch rom a distance how you're slowly being replaced and not being able to do anything about because you know it’s somehow your fault, or to see how you were slowly forgotten and not being able ro do anything about it because you know it's somehow your fault?
But why is it your fault?
How do you realize what’s wrong about you?
Is it really me?