I'm always not the only one. There's
always gonna be someone else. I'm just
one of the options. I'm not
even a second choice.
Imagine?
I feel worthless sometimes.
People leave me. I'll get easily
replaced.
Maybe because I'm not that beautiful.
Maybe because I have a ****** personality.
What you do doesn't matter anymore.
What you are does.
I am a terrible person.
And nobody likes a terrible person.