My whole life, no matter what I have always been the second choice. Maybe not even the second; the third, fourth, fifth, whatever. I am so sick of people not caring about me. I am the person that they don’t mind throwing away. And it sucks because I would fucking do anything for my friends. but i know they would do zero to nothing for me. I will always be the friend that is never noticed, I only am when they want to know about my friend. Isn’t that fun? It is 12:05a.m. and I am lying in my bed reading this trying not to break down. I always bottle up my feelings, I must not tell anyone.