Here I am. I’m nobody.

I guess the only person that matters to you is Travis. You go around telling me how disposable and used you feel, then go around and do this shit to me.

I feel disposable, used, useless, stupid, ugly, fat, unneeded.
It must be awesome to be Travis…It must be awesome to be Justin. You always take care of them. you always want them around.

I just wish I meant something to you. You treat me like shit, but I always come back…because I need you…because even though you ignore the fact, I love you. I’ll probably be the one who loves you more than anyone in this world.

I’ll love you and take care of you better than any of these boys who break you. You would think that you would realize that I’m always there to help you put yourself back together. That I’m always the one who cares about how you are doing, and things that are going on in your life. I’m your biggest fan. I’m always playing on your team. 

why can’t you love me? why can’t you act like you care about me too?

why can’t you just be half as good of a friend to me as I am to you?