second best

me ever went to holiday with my bestfriend and her bestfriends but then from the first we're landed on that new place I'm just being like an outsider, someone who didn't exist, I'm just like a person who tagged along with them and no one really expected me to be there.

and I know it.
because, well..
I'm not funny enough, not beautiful and photogenic to be on pictures, not cheerfull and friendly.
I'm just that girl. the boring one, the unwanted, the one who just ruined every happy moment they could had.

It's okay
I mean, I used to it

but,

I just had those a really little hope, my bestie will notice me, because..we're bestie for a reasons, right ?

but, really, it's really okay, I'm not mad to my bestie or her friends, and I never tell this story to other people or my other besties so yeah this is the first time I reaveal this, because yeah...it's me we're talking about, the second best for everything..

never being the number one
never being the first priority