This is really angsty and references intrusive thoughts, so please keep yourself safe.
He’s not annoying. People like being around him. He’s not annoying.
Good for nothing.
He’s their sharpshooter. He has a purpose.
He’s worth something.
He’s… He is the seventh wheel. There isn’t a doubt about that.
Can’t handle the stress.
He can’t. It gnaws at him every waking moment.
Can’t deal with criticism.
Fuck. It hurts, okay? Not everyone is graceful with that shit.
Useless weight brought along out of pity.
Just fucking leave.
Please. Please, just stop. Please.