Angst stories

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(a/n) wow I have not updated in so long I'm sorry TT

It's so heartbreaking when parents go by the ‘favourite child’. The child that does the best at everything - academics, entertainment, looks - is automatically deemed ‘the favourite’. The saddest part of it all, is that most parents actually do have a ‘favourite’.

They always say, “We love all of you equally” or “You are all our favourite”, but are they just saying this to not break us? Either way, it's crumbles anyone's self-worth knowing they are not the favourite, because they think that they will never be able to be as good or even better. Knowing that they will never catch up to them.

“You look amazing wearing that!”
“Change into something nicer.”
“Your results are amazing! Everyone, come see!”
“Good job!”
“Sure, we can buy that!”
“Don't buy useless items.”

And they're all trying their best - more than anyone would ever know - even if it crushes them, breaks their soul. No one would ever know how much they tried and cried each and every day. They have long forgotten their goal, their aspirations, now working towards becoming someone that they're not, their parents' favourite.

And they lay in bed, tears springing to their eyes and flowing down their cheeks, dampening the sheets that they lay on, missing their old self, yet wanting to be someone else.

I realise that I will never be good enough.