To disappear

It's easy to disappear. Quit your job, leave your flat, move back to your mother's place. Soon, no one sees you anymore. The boys at the pub forget you in about a week's time, the bartender eventually writes your tab off with a shrug and a frown. The crowd at office soon gets used to your replacement and there's so much work to do anyway. Your landlord finds a new tenant to break in. The cat that used to visit you sometimes finds someone else to give her milk. Your other friends have each other. And jobs. Some of them are seeing someone, getting serious. Your own girlfriend writes to you a couple of time, then gets a job in another city and loses your address while moving. Your father has a new wife and a new, improved son to deal with. Plus his job. Your mother is kind to you, but you're just one of the many waifs and strays she takes in, although the only two-legged on. You keep a diary for a while but soon run out of things to write about. You have now become invisible to yourself, too. And the days pass like they never have before. Mother, live forever.

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From criminalenglish by JP.