The Fortress of Markitude

I was all but alone.
I had friends, but we never did anything.
I made plans, but nothing came of them.
I went to the movies with me, myself, and I.
I had everything and nothing all at once.
After my Senior year, I thought that those feelings of isolation were over. That I had finally found a place where I belong.
Never again would I feel like the outcast; never again would I feel so incredibly alone despite being surrounded by friends.
I fear I may have spoken too soon.
It feels like it’s happening all over again and the thought of going back to how things were terrifies me.
If it’s not one thing, it’s something else.
I finally get everything in my life under control. The future looks genuinely bright for the first time in far too long.
But then new problems arise where the former ones once stood.
I feel like a guest star in my own life.
I was once so ingrained with my peers, so close-knit.
But now everything’s falling apart.
Every time I come home, I get excited.
“I’m going to see my friends! We’re going to hang out!”
And every time, I’m disappointed.
I may as well have not even bothered showing my face.
Nobody cares.
Nobody who used to care at least.
My leaving for college was like the removal of the appendix for the friends I left in my home town; it was tough at first, but now the scars have healed, the stitches removed.
They have no need for me anymore.
I am outdated, obsolete.
Don’t get me wrong, I love myself. I have worth.
The people who matter to me just have no need for that worth; not anymore at least.
So here I am, facing all the changes the universe has sent my way.
Call it intuition, call it lack of sleep and an active imagination, but I feel as if this is it, in a way.
My last chance.
If things don’t get better now, I fear they never will.
And if they do not, let it never be said I did not try my damndest to salvage what I once treasured so dearly.

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princessqueer:

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dramaddict:

one guacamole is equal to 6.0221415×10²³ guacas

I’m disgusted by my ability to get this joke

one might even call it

avocado’s number

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ary:

legoalbums:

Anamanaguchi - Endless Fantasy

lol wo

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snowlantern:

starwipemyass:

I’ll be recording and editing screams and torture sounds this week.

Don’t call the cops.

Yeah that’s exactly what I would put on my door if I planned to spend the week murdering someone

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spiritgun:

He always looks so cute when he’s skeptical :3 - [Real] - Imgur

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ぱたぱた！ by けいま(o˘◡˘o)

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What do I contribute? Apparently nothing.

You’d all have the same evening with or without me, so why should I even bother to make the effort to see you?

It’s funny how I’ll go out with other groups of friends and feel like I’m actually part of a group. I’ll be laughing and swapping stories and having fun, rather than sitting alone refreshing Facebook while everyone else makes memories.

Does this make me a “social leper”?

It’s getting to the point where I don’t even care; the way I see it, if I’m a leper, I’d rather fall apart happy than isolated in my own godforsaken colony.