I'm sick of being second best to everyone and being treated like shit. I'm sick of being taken for granted. I know I'm not the nicest person, I'm always honest, but what the fuck. I treat my friends right. I don't care if you think otherwise. I know how to treat a friend and you obviously don't. You never really knew how to, anyway.
And I miss him again. I don't know if I'll ever not miss him. Last night was bad. One of the worst. I felt like crying but I held back my tears, it worked. But, as cheesy as it sounds I was crying on the inside. I just can't stand it. As soon as I'm trying to get over him, I take 100 steps back and I'm back to square one. I think he was the one but I know he didn't care about me. At least that's what it seems like now.
I'm pretty positive that I'm ruined for everyone else. I'm too young to feel like that.
