im always the one sacrificing. im always the one pushing my feelings aside for the ones around me. I'm always pushing myself down and making myself digestible, likable, someone worth keeping. if I can't provide what am I here for? if I can't be of use why keep me around?
I've never been the first choice. I've never been someone special. everyone else has someone and im nothing to anyone. it doesn't matter if im in the picture anymore. at the end of the day the world would continue to turn.