I don’t know if you know what it feels like to be the last person to join a group of friends. No matter what you do, you feel the least welcome, the most used, the least cared about. It doesn’t matter how right or wrong it is but that’s all you’ll ever think about. When you see them all out together and you smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes and you pray to gods that you will never believe in that maybe, just maybe, you’ll be invited next time. When they make plans in front of you but you know they don’t include you and you smile so wide and say have fun and once they’re gone you can finally scream or cry or just sit because you know none of them will ever experience what you are feeling and you just can’t can’t can’t do it. They will never feel their heartstrings tug because once again you get another picture of them all together and you. You you you are all alone.