hewrotehateonmyarms:

I’m seriously the most replaceable person. I have lots of “friends”. I’ve been in a lot of relationships. But I always get replaced. No one actually wants me around. It’s like no one actually needs me, or wants me. I’m so easily forgotten, replaced, fucked over. No one ever thinks about my feelings or how this might make me feel. I spend my entire life trying to make people happy. It gets me nowhere. 

(via a-bhorrence)