I miss Matt. I miss his eyes... I simply miss seeing him, walk through the room and sit near me. I miss your smell. I miss you.
I'm tired of being alone, I'm tired of being grey. I'm tired of blending into the scenery. My friends are beautiful and funny and outgoing and loved and noticed. I float in the back, unnoticed, unloved. I am grey. I am alone, and that's just the way it's gonna be.
I want someone to notice me and bring me back to color.
As much as I want to be seen, I wish sometimes that I could just float around and see everyone and never be detected.