It sucks ya know? Not being anyone's first choice? Or even 3rd. Im the back up friend. The one they go to with problems bit never just to talk. I'm nothing to most people. I'm just...here.. And I want to so bad to be more. To be a somebody. But I'm not. I have to accept this. But its hard. They don't notice how I always hold my arm so my wrist is down. Or how I suddenly get attacked by the cats. They dont understand that not noticing makes it worse. Shows me I can get worse and they won't know I am. They dont care if I cut... Starve. I think I lost weight. I won't eat anyway. It wasn't much... I eat so i don't die. Thats about it.
