I’m just starting to think that nobody actually cares about me as much as they claim. I’m always compared to someone or questioned about my love life. And I’m growing sick of it. Nobody wants the real me, they all want this fairytale version of me that has my life figured out and married. But sorry that I’m struggling. I don’t know why I’m always forgotten about. Nobody actually cares about me unless they have no other options. I’m not a first choice in anything. I just want someone to pick me first. I want to feel wanted by someone. But I’m starting to think that it’s not in the cards for me. It seems that everything good that comes my way never lasts long enough to make me happy. I just want to be noticed. Not for what I do but just for existing. I hate only being noticed on my birthday or if I accomplish something. It ruins the point of existing.