#forgoten

People love me—my friends, my family—but not enough to remember me when I'm not around. They are busy living their lives, and that's been fine, even better than fine because it makes me feel safe from gossip or any harm. I strongly believe that nobody talks about me ever. There's nothing to say. Not that I'm unremarkable, just foreign, like a nice person you met once in the subway or in a club bathroom, and never catch up with again in life.

Who could also be a girl

Or a nonbinary human

Or an alien that tried to look like a fluffy dog