It’s retarded. It’s retarded that no one sees. I don’t need therapy. I don’t need meds. I just need someone to genuinely care about me. Someone who smiles every time they see me. I want people to point and say “See that girl? She’s a good friend of mine. She’s pretty awesome. She means a lot to me.”
Instead, I keep getting friends who want me for my brains, who want me to edit their papers and help them with their math homework because I’m the freaking nerd, in all those AP classes, who’s too nice to turn anyone down.
I’m so desperate to succeed at something. […]