Left on Read

I feel used. Like I’m just a source of entertainment when you are around me, but once I leave the picture I no longer exist. I try to start a conversation with you outside of the normal setting. It either never begins or dies quickly after what little breath you breathe into is exhaled. Then I wonder, did I say something wrong? Or am I merely just a bore? All my insecurities surface. What is wrong with me? Were we not just getting along fine last night? Was that an act? What has changed? I hate being ignored.

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