anyway, can you guys believe that earlier this afternoon, while Jonas was just in the middle of telling Isak about going skateboarding with the guys and did Isak feel like coming with, Even walked up to them until he was right behind Isak, put his chin on top of Isak’s head, his hands in the pockets of Isak’s coat and then joined the conversation ever so coolly and casually. and like, Jonas is expecting Isak to panic about this public display of affection a little bit still, studies Isak’s face carefully as he waits for him to quickly scan the hallway in that fearful way of his but Isak doesn’t, grins up at Even instead, before turning his gaze back to Jonas and telling him yeah, sure, and if maybe Even can come too. Jonas nods a quick of course, catches the easy grin Even throws his way and watches him kiss the top of Isak’s head before stepping back as two girls enter the hallway, and he gets it then. gets that Isak doesn’t worry about checking hallways anymore because he knows Even’s already done that and made his decision accordingly, gets that Isak has shown Even his limits, his boundaries, knowing they would be respected then and always, gets that Even understands Isak now, too, the way he did, the way he does again, that they can be a team now, two boys all in for one boy, and isn’t that the most comforting thought for a best friend to have?
one thing i actually don’t understand why i do, is oversharing. why the fuck do i overshare when i’m talking about my problems? is it for attention? support? for getting a reaction? i always regret it after so why the fuck do i do it in the first place?? nobody actually cares about me ebough to find it remotely interesting anyway, i’m just ruining their day
me, also in need of constant attention:
okay alright... so clearly nobody wants to talk to me, nobody cares about me... what happened to my so called "friends"... like im not even sure why i try in this world???
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Nobody cares about me and no one ever will. Everyone always replaces me, because it’s not that difficult to find someone better than me. I feel so worthless, unwanted and like I could never ever be good enough.