Might as Well be Dead

For the amount of time people actually spend paying attention to me, I might as well be dead. I know I don’t appear to want the attention, but that’s what people don’t get. Sure I like my alone time, but when I’m right in front of you, how can you think it’s acceptable to just ignore me? Do you think if you don’t pay any attention to me I’ll just go away? Is that what you want? I don’t know what friends are anymore. What are they supposed to be? Trustworthy, open, honest, non-judgemental? That’s what I thought at first. Maybe I was wrong?