forgotten, again

I’ve been thinking a lot about how often I seem to be forgotten. In the manor, I feel like I’m constantly overlooked. I won’t hand out names here in case one of them stumbles upon this post, but it’s hard to shake the feeling that I’m just in the background, invisible most of the time. Maybe it’s because they don’t find me interesting, or perhaps they see me as just a cleaner. Oh yeah, I clean up the manor—it’s sort of my job.

But I think I’m pretty interesting, actually! I know a lot about flowers, and I love to bake. Did you know I’m fascinated by Greek mythology? Did you know I have two pet raccoons? Well, nobody else does. It’s like people barely take the time to find out anything about me.

It’s frustrating not to be remembered. I don’t like it, but I suppose it can’t be helped. Some of the people in the manor are nice to me, but I can’t shake the feeling that it’s more out of pity than genuine interest. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever truly matter to anyone here.

I don’t know… maybe I’ll keep writing about this. I just want to be seen, even if it’s only through words.