Coming Last


I'm so sick of coming last to everyone around me.  It's not the fact that I'm not the top of everyone's priority list that bothers me, it's the fact that I'm not even on it.  It's not a wonder that I've never dated anybody.  It's not a wonder I don't seem to have a best friend, or much of a social life. 

Even my own mother seems to forget I have things going on when it's all about Cassie and her needs  and her appointments and recovery and weigh-ins and bullshit.  Did you forget, mom?  I'm recovering, too.  But I guess since I don't cry over my supper every single day it's not an issue.  Oh, and sorry my ultrasound got in the way of Cassie's check-up.  The possibility that I could have cysts is no big deal or anything; make sure you're not late for her twentieth meeting this week, you hear?  Oh no, just white it out!  I wouldn't want you to have to be reminded that you have other children!  I would drive myself, but I won't have my lisence for a year.  I know, I know,  I'm not moved out yet.  I'll hurry up and get to that.

Yeah, **** you.  I'm just sick of coming last.

fadingvioletdawn fadingvioletdawn
18-21, F
May 10, 2012