I'm beginning to believe I was not meant to be born...

Or at least stay for very long. As in, I full fill my purpose and I'm gone. The amount of things that I've gone through and continue to go through that it's so much a pattern, I can say I'm "use to it." But in reality, It may not surprise me anymore that I'm a doormat for people but it hurts all the same. It's not lack of me establishing boundaries either. It's just a weird tendency to ignore that I even exist whether it's family or a stranger. I can talk directly to people, they may hear me, but they're not listening. It's like I'm talking to a brick wall. Oh, but when I am noticed it's for all the wrong reasons but everything I do say still... it's like a drop in an ocean.

Idk dude, I hope I come back as a ghost. It won't be any different being invisible but at least I can rearrange people's furniture that they'll notice and flip out lol They catch me on an "EVP" recording saying, "How's that pinky toe you messed up because I moved the couch an inch to the left?" Hahaha but don't worry, I'll only do that to certified buttholes. Not decent folk if there's still any.