What you don’t know is that we’re broken. We bicker, we exclude. Some of us feel forgotten sometimes. We aren’t who you think we are.
We’re like puzzle pieces –– Only some match together, but not each piece fits altogether. It’s the sad truth. I wish it weren’t like this, but it feels like a one way street at this point but it wouldn’t be fair that I do all the work. I’m sick of the favorites. None of that bullshit anymore.