My name isn't important. I'm pretty sure it isn't.

My father's never gotten it right. My mother's at least tried to. But both of them regardless still always forget it fairly easily.

Just like everyone else in this town.

... No, no, that's not fair. A few people try, at least. But not enough of them to count.

Is it too selfish of me to ask? Just for this one, single thing? It's the bare minimum. And even still, people that actually like me neglect it.

... Maybe I'll always be forgettable. Maybe I'm doomed to it.

But for once I think I'd like to feel important. Important enough to be remembered. Important enough to be liked.

And I don't want it to hinge on my talent. I don't want it to hinge on my success. I don't want to vainly grasp at straws in some odd, pathetic attempt to get the attention of others. I don't want to feel like I have to grovel like a dog to have everyone's eyes on me.

I only want to feel like I'm just as important as anyone else. I want to feel like I actually have friends and comrades. People who care about me.

It's stupid and selfish, I know. I'M stupid and selfish.

... I wish I could give that crown back to you, Noelle. You deserved it more than I did.

You deserve to forget about me.