And then I ask myself "When did it all go wrong? When did they decide that I'm just not worth it?"

This is to the people who made me feel miserable. We were a group, a team of six. I was glad that I could spend the following two weeks with you. We laughed together, fooled around, or just talked.
Then came LA. Originally the city of my dreams, now a place that's always gonna be connected to a night filled with horrific tears. Because that was the moment I was thrown out of the group. If it had just been a room that separated us! But it was so much more. It was the hugs that all but me received. It was the going to places together but excluding me completely. It was the not reserving a seat for me. It was the ignoring me even though I was just walking two feet behind you. It was the smiles that were shared between the five of you but not with me.
It came to the point where I just thought FUCK YOU ALL. (And I usually don't curse like that) You all had already grown on me, but I'd rather be alone than with people who don't care. Like, not at all. That night in LA I was heartbroken. Now I don't expect anything from you at all anymore.

But in case you do care, just remember this: It doesn't take a lot to make me feel bad, but it takes even less to make me feel happy again.

And if you don't, don't worry. I'm okay. I'll always be.