That moment when you are reading a book and realize a character that you like is going to die and you just close the book and stare at it. Like not reading it keeps them alive….
Everyone chooses someone over me.
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.
it’s sad because it’s true
- attractive friend: holy shit i’m ugly
- other friends: omfg you’re gorgeous what are you taLKING ABOUT
- me: holy shit i’m ugly
- other friends: nervous laughter