My Fantasy

Who doesn’t like fantasizing? My fantasy isn’t something crazy, but more realistic. It would be that everything would return to normal, that the worst wouldn’t happen anymore, and that everyone who I know would be fine with me. There’s no time for other fantasies! I daydream about being a normal person, that I didn’t have to be concerned anymore. And that people would eventually forgive me for the slight things I might have done. I wish that I didn’t come off as crazy or strange, or as a bastard, and that people would be more tolerant towards me. That’s my fantasy, but then in a world like this, it’s just a fantasy... But as it goes, it doesn’t seem as if that’s going to happen. You don’t ever message me to tell me what’s wrong, and you couldn’t care any less but instead remove me! I thought that people were fine with me, but that’s not how it works. I got an indescribable heartbreak but you don’t realize it, and never give a fuck about it. No matter how horrible things are for me, you’re still ready to delete me at a moment’s notice, never realizing what’s going on with me.