random shit and thoughts

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That feeling,

That feeling talking with your friends.

Talking with them,

And there main friend comes over,

And they stand up to talk with them instead.

That dreaded silence.

"Sorry sawyer, sorry felicity."

"For madeline"

"Thank you sawyer"

But never,

"Sorry sky."

Or

"Thank you sky."

Because after all I'm the side dish to the main meal.

The second choice,

Waiting slowly to fit In with the rest,

To be noticed.

To be talked with when walking on the track,

To cuddle with in French,

To sneak out in conference,

I hate complaining.

But it hurts.

It hurst to always have to come up to them.

To never have someone come up and talk to me freely.

Because I feel out of place,

Like I'm some sort of disease people have to tolerate.

And I'm afraid,

I have to put on that label.

I have to be good enough for them to like me.

And not to feel those..

Makes me worthless.

Unwanted.

And mostly.

The second or third choice.