It
sucks knowing that I can never
EVER be there for for you.
It
sucks knowing that although I may be able to make you laugh sometimes, I may not be able to comfort you in times of need.
It
sucks knowing that at the end of the day, I am not the person you will turn to.
It
sucks knowing that eventually, you will not need me and I will be cast aside.
This inferior thing is really getting to me. It started small but everyday as I see you all dressed up in pretty clothes and high heels, carrying one of your designer bags, topped with expensive jewelery, I can't help but think
why? Am I just one of your little accessories you wear daily to give yourself a laughter boost? I'm constantly trying to shove it to the back of my mind, telling myself it's nothing, that I can deal with it. But I'm wrong. It's never going to go away. And I hate this feeling.
Com' on, let's face it, I don't match you in so many ways. Maturity tops it. And I guess it really hits me when you encounter problems. I'm sure you feel that talking to me is useless but it's just courtesy that I'm informed. In the end, I'm just not the one.
If you really want to know the truth, I feel so useless. And it's never going to fade.
