carvedbyglaciers:

that i’m never first in anyones life, often among the last, actually. it’s just when i finally have a couple friends to myself who know and love me, they get taken away. my prettier friends with better personalities come and sweep them away and here i am being unimportant and pushed to the bottom of their priority list, even though i used to be looked up to and slightly cherished. i know i’m an over jealous person but it’s simply because this always happens to me, people realize i’m a fucking joke and that my friends are better in every light. they being to start developing a relationship and as i fade in importance, and they grow a stronger bond than we ever had.

i often wonder why i’m not used to this. i know it will never stop happening and that i should probably just keep to myself in the first place.

This is too sad sounding and can’t be true. You have much soul.