Second Place

Being in first place was never my life's goal. If it was, I would've gotten that 4.0 in high school. I would've played sports until I succeeded, I would've sang my heart out until I was no longer placed as an "alternate" year after year. But lately, being anything less than perfect is my ultimate failure. And more and more I see myself being pushed aside for bigger and better; by people. Did I never make it obvious that I have feelings & emotions. Do I seem like I will forgive you at the drop of a hat. Forget that you forgot me for awhile there? I dislike wishy-washy people. Either you care for me, or you don't. Don't ask me to hang out only until something better comes along. Don't be my convenient friend. Don't tell yourself "she'll understand" when time and time again I've "understood" and it's getting tiring. I have probably been guilty, actually I'm absolutely certain that I have, of this pet peeve of mine. And for that, I apologize. Nothing feels worse than being put in second place by someone you love.