Stuck at fifteen forever. People from twenty and thirty years ago have forgotten me, and it seems so far that I am able to talk to them again, as a different person. Though, they are well beyond thirty and even forty years old now. They don’t recognize me, or, the few that do, aren’t able to see the truth and just assume I look like somebody they once knew, all those years ago.
Loneliness has a way of sticking around. Keep moving, changing who I am… like usual… or… maybe not… maybe I will stick around and see what happens now.
Hello World.