Being unwanted isn't something new to me, but it doesn't mean, that I'm used to it. It still hurts. It still causes me to ache, to cry. But I keep going. Happy or not, I'm still alive. Struggling, but trying. I'll never get to have those happy memories most teenagers have. Going to parties, actually fiting in. Having endless amount of friends, that actually care enough about you to include you in. I'm a 15 year old girl, whose never been held, kissed, or loved by a guy. I don't know what it's like to be adored. I don't spend every waking moment worrying about guys, doesn't mean I don't want someone. I have plenty of years to find someone. But it would be nice to feel loved. Just for a moment. To be honest, I know I'll never get that. And I guess, I'm okay with it. I'll be okay.