All that's left behind

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Sometimes I just feel worthless.

All of my friends are so amazing.

They can sing, act, and write like nobody's business. They can draw better than anyone I know. They're insanely funny with awesome personalities. They get along with everyone. They're perfect in my eyes, and I don't know what I would do without them by my side.

And then there's me.

The odd one out. The one who is able to pick up a pencil and draw, but always says it's awful and annoys everyone about it. The one who would do good to string five words together to make a sentence worth reading. The one who can make people laugh, but it almost always dies out seconds after. The one who can't be alone for a short amount of time because she'll start freaking out. The one who annoys everyone around her. She's awkward and quiet and can't do anything without messing it up. Constantly bothering people whenever she opens her mouth.

Yeah. That's me.

If people are stars, they shine the brightest, while I'm a black hole.