I’ve always been very supportive of my friends. I’ve given them relationship, emotional, and personal advice—hell, I even talked one out of suicide, twice. I’ve never been one to leave someone on read or delivered. Everyone always comes to me with their problems but undermine me as a person entirely. Im always checking up on people but I’m never checked up on. Everyone always assumes that I’m doing just fine on my end, but I’m really fucking not. I get incredibly jealous of others with good things going on in their life like a romantic partner or a good hobby. My best friend told me I wasn’t his best friend—the jealousy stung me like a bitch. I give out the loudest cries for help, I repost and comment on the most gut-wrenching videos but nobody ever notices. Nobody truly cares about me. Im the last pick for everything except mental support. Im only there for the convenience of others. People scoot away from me and put their palms over open cans. Why am I so fucking ugly.