This is a short story, a very short story. It is about a girl who always comes second. Whether it be in competitions, friendships, love or otherwise, this girl is never in the lead. She may think she is for a split second, but that is nothing but foolish naivety. For the truth is, she will always be beaten out by someone else.She can try all she wants, but once people get to know the real her, they decide she is not worth their while, worth their precious time. She can be as nice and as loving as she wants, but there will always be someone or something better than her that people will choose, leaving her lying face-down in the dirt.
She wears her heart on her sleeve, though she has so much trouble trusting people. She just cannot help but give herself completely to the person she loves. She cannot help but let that person hold her heart in their hand and do what they like with it, whether they take precious care of it, or throw it away. She spends endless sleepless nights thinking about that person, when they probably don't even give her a single thought throughout the day. And then, in the end, there is always someone else, someone better. Someone funnier, or easier-going, or thinner, or smaller, or more beautiful, or just...simply better in some way. This has always been the case for her, even from a young age, but the harsh reality of it never really kicked in until she fell truly, madly, head-first in love. A love that was deeply unrequited, a love that will never be, and yet she somehow still clings to this foolish idea, not knowing how to stop her aching heart. Not knowing why she can't simply open her eyes and move on. \She will never find true happiness. She will spend the rest of her pathetic days craving that which she can't have because deep down she thinks it's easier than facing the truth; She is not good enough.
