She just sick of being second best.
She's sick of never feeling good enough for the guy who left her,
alone,
to pick up the p e i c e s by
herself.
She hates the feeling in the pit of her stomach she gets
when
she see's them {together}.
She hates him for .hu.rt.in.g
her,
but still carries on
and deep down,
where no one will ever know,
she is still secretly in love with
him.
