Last Resort

The saddest truth that I have come to learn is that I was never your first, nor second, but last resort.
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-Sadly, I was willing to settle for second

-m.t.t.

You know. Sometimes I’d really just not be last pick or last resort. Like I don’t even have to be first… it would be nice. But could you just stop picking me at all so I’m not last. Seriously. I don’t have to be first but I’d like to. It would be nice to know I matter a lot. But I clearly don’t. And, you know, I deserve to matter and be treated that way and feel that way. So please just do me a favor and stop picking me. Thanks.