i am not anyone’s first choice i am not anyone’s favorite people may tell me i mean a lot to them and that i’m special to them but i know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
hanging out with friends means sitting in my living room and asking each other "so what do you want to do" for a few hours and then it’s 11pm and it’s too late to do anything
I’m scared of talking to strangers and answering phones and getting on buses and going into classes that aren’t my own at school and paying for things in shops and doing basically anything that could result in me embarrassing myself in any way how am i even going to live the rest of my life
i think i missed that part in my childhood where i was supposed to have a cute boy as my best friend growing up and then we would end up falling in love, i want a do over.