I’ve always been the second choice in life, the one chosen last for anything, the last resource. There’ll always be something better, someone who people choose over me and something that will always take my place. I’m just so scared of always being that person to everyone, scared of always being the second choice that nobody cares about until everyone else is busy so they have no other choose but to choose me....
....and honestly I don’t know what’s wrong with me to get treated like this....

















