You try, you really do. Everyday. That tiny thought pushed back to the deepest parts of your mind. Am I really accepted? Do I really fit in? Do people actually like me for who I am? Is it the way I look? Can I act myself or is it just a cover up? Your the one who is pushed out of the group and no one makes an effort to put you back in. Your quickly dismissed when another friend comes along. And you feel to akward to wait for their Interrupting conversation to seize so yours can continue. When you think your best friends love you. They probably do. But there is always that nagging feeling that argues other wise. You feel third wheeled and pushed away. Like the bond is always stronger with someone else when you wish it was you. That it was equal. You get jealous. Are you even a good friend? Or do you make everything worse? Should you go and hide? They talk to you but it's probably out of pity. You wish people knew you for yourself. Even if you don't have everything figured out. But nonetheless they don't. So your stuck with it. Day by day. Having some happy moments of feeling accepted and ones were your not. Maybe your more broken than you think. At least you tried.
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