I'm everyone's second choice. Not even. A lucky last, luckier 10th. Not even an option to be considered. I have friends, I have a trio, I have family. But everyone is so so close to other people. Not a single person I know would choose me first, not even my parents. Everyone in my life has someone they're closer to, everyone has their own special person, and I'm just there. Just there, that's it. If I was in a room with other people, I would be picked last. I wonder how long it would take for them to notice. If I were to kill myself, how long would it take for them to get over it? Maybe I'm just not loveable. Maybe I'm not enough. I think there's something wrong with me.
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