When I was 15, I saw all my friends finding their loves and getting their happy endings.
I used to feel bad.
Not for them, but for me.
I just thought if they all are happy, then why am I not?
Is it because I don't deserve to be happy?
Or because no one thinks I am worth loving?
That's how I felt. Bad.
When I see all my friends getting their happy endings, I feel bad.
Because all I can wonder is 'Where is mine?'
So, maybe I am not worth fighting for.
Maybe I am not worth anyone's love.
Maybe I am just not worth it.
Maybe I am the dissapointment.
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