"I always think of reasons to try and drown out the insecurities swimming in my head, and make myself believe that I'M better than HER. Why her? Why not me? I often ask myself. She doesn't even want to acknowledge your love for her, while I'm here patiently waiting and hoping that someday that love will finally be mine. She doesn't even like you. Me? You have no idea how many times I got hurt by you, and yet I still chose to be by your side, because that's how much my love has grown for you. You say you love me, but I know you love her more. So I try to make myself better, to try and outstand her in every way possible, just to get you to realize that I'M the better catch. And I think you got that. But still you chose her, and not me. And that fucking hurts me everytime."