I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.

And it won’t stop.

Maybe it started when you saw those other girls more than you saw me. Maybe it started when I started seeing my friends more. So many things happened. You changed, I changed. Promises were broken. Lies were said. But I guess that’s it, right? It was good while it lasted and I hope you have fun, as hard as it may be for me. When one door closes, another one opens.