Someone’s probably in love with you right now, even though you think you’re boring and stupid and smell bad most of the time, someone probably saw you last week and wiped their sweaty hands on the insides of their pockets and thought about your body under your clothing and about how you would look asleep in their bed
I’m never the one who gets called first.
I’m never the best friend.
I’m never the one someone falls in love with.
I’m never the best at school.
I’m never the funniest person.
I’m never the most entertaining person at parties.
I’m never the one someone tells a story first.
I just exist. And I’m sick of it.
just saying the word tumblr out loud is embarrassing