Insignificant Soul

This feeling should bug me right? It should bug me big time. I feel that this person is only nice to me when we’re out alone. Sometimes when we’re out in public, it’s like there’s a wall that writes ‘keep your distance’ been put up, to make sure I’m not too close. Especially in the presence of familiar faces. It stings me sometimes. But I kinda learn how to quickly push these feelings aside. Why? Because I need to always, always remind myself, who am I to whine? Nobody. Just another insignificant soul. One that won’t be missed if gone. Damn. What trouble have I gotten myself into now? Sigh.