I kind of don't exist

Who I am now, and who I've been for past few years, will live and die with me. When I had a friend group, I could say: "Remember that time when..." now all I have is stories that only I've seen. Maybe I'll tell them or write them down, but it's not the same. It's just my words, not a shared experience. My family are all connected and their own individual experiences are still shared. My struggles, my goals, my thoughts, etc. are only for myself. I kind of like it that way, but it's a weird way to exist.

Yeah, I yap on here and I yap in other places, but all of that will die with this anonymous account. I've realized that everything I produced is better received when I detach my identity from it.

One day me and my friend were out doing graffiti. I was always into drawing and things like that, so I had some skill for it. My friend just thought it would be fun to go out and try. We were tagging a wall and I finished one piece then moved on to another one. My friend saw the piece I had finished and said "Wow look at this one!" Once I told him that I did it his face dropped and he said "oh." He thought it was already there and made by someone else. I always knew that he never wanted to validate me or truly appreciate me, and that confirmed it.

Anyway, I got a whole pizza in the fridge. That shit is gonna be so cash when I'm up at 3am