I know I’ll never be good enough. I’ll never be skinny enough or pretty enough. I’ll never make friends as well as you do or be as likable as you. You’re stupid and careless but I know you’ll end up better situated in life than me. You catch all the breaks and nothing bad ever happens to you. I hate that I will never know what it’s like to be popular and actually have friends that like me. You’re supposed to be my friend, but I hate you. I hate you for forgetting about me and for leaving me behind all alone.
