Here I am 2 years later and I feel no different. My room is my favourite place to be, where I don’t have to prove my value to anyone. Between my family and my friends, I feel no love. I am the least favourite. I’ll try my best to check up on everyone, but I can go days, weeks and months without even messaging and noone would care. It’s a mental battle everyday to tell myself I’m loved and people care, but I know within my heart I’m only telling myself a lie. Sometimes I wish things were different, I wish I meant something to those who mean the world to me. I try so hard just to be seen, noticed, appreciate but I just get hurt, disappointed and I feel so broken. I’m always the one who’s never chosen, who’s left behind and for that reason I feel so empty.