As I grew up, I slowly learned how exhausting it is to prove something to people around you.
I wish I was a favorite too. The one who is always remembered and liked by everyone. The one who will never see the footsteps of people walking away. The one who doesn't need to do a lot of things just for her to be noticed and to be loved. The one who is given surprises by her friend groups. I wanted to be like that too.
Until when I will feel this kind of melancholy? I’m tired of being sad. I don’t know where far I need to go to feel like I am enough and valid. I don’t want to beg anymore for crumbs of love and attention. I’m already tired of being a people pleaser, only to hurt myself in the end.
