Third wheel right now. Story of my life. Sick of caring for people who don't for me. Sick of feeling so alone that the only way to escape is to scream or cry. Sick of being so insecure. Sick of feeling worthless. Sick of feeling that there's no one I can depend on. Sick of depending on myself. Sick of wanting one guy who will never feel the same way as I do. Sick of wanting him to be mine. Sick of crying.
New year. Great. Most likely make all the mistakes over again. I'll never learn.