Expendable Until The End.Tonight, I'm sitting here thinking about my life and all of the friendships I have seen end. I can honestly say that I don't understand why people put such little value on the type of friendship I offer, since I've been searching for it my whole life. I give anything and everything to my friends, time, support, empathy, resources, or basically anything they could ask for. In the end it seems I'm always the first person to be dropped from a friend group, usually after they've acquired whatever they were looking for. All I want to do is make people happy, because that makes me happy, and yet it doesn't seem to matter. I'm always the last to be informed of plans. I'm always the last to know about things going on. I'd vow to change how people treat me if I only knew how.
The reason I'm writing this is because tonight someone asked me to describe how I felt as a whole in one word, and the only word I could think of was "Expendable."