Admittedly, I am not the easiest person to get along with. I’m quiet and keep to myself for the most part. I don’t like drama or liars, and I have a habit of pushing people away out of fear of abandonment.

I know I’m not “nice,” but I am a genuinely kind man. All in all I try to be a decent person. Though, I’m sure there are a few folks out there who would tell you otherwise.

Learning that people you’ve been told over and over care about you… even “love” you only to learn that they actually hold hate for you hurts. People you broke bread with. People you spent countless moments with. People who you were told to trust. People who told you that you were always welcome.

It’s all bullshit.

At the end of it all, I know who my people are. I know who my family is box and by choice. Anyone who “doesn’t like me” can just fall away and forget I exist.

I implore you.

Please forget I exist.

I mean, you won’t hear me speak their names ever again.

The dead have no voices unless gifted by the living. .