Why can't I just be smart and pretty? They'd like me then. Everyone would. I'm tired of being no one's favorite. I'm tired of feeling like a burden. I'm sorry I'm having more bad days than good. Stop asking how I am if you don't want to know.
You expect me to know that we're friends. You never text first. You never make me feel important. You make me wonder why I bother being here at all.
