the girl had friends, albeit ones who barely knew her. the girl tried to tell them, she really did - but who would listen to the words of a girl already broken?

still, she loved them unconditionally. leave aside the fact that all of them loved another more than her. leave aside the constant jibes that hurt more than they should. leave aside the fact that none of them wanted her - they just kept her around, a childhood toy they didn't want to throw away.

she did everything - sacrificed her hobbies to try out theirs, hid her 'boring' matters, and instead listened to them, even if they'd interrupted her cry of help to launch into their, if she was being honest, meaningless story of a moment with their crush. still, she heard their backstabbing - she shows off, they would say, what a bitch!

she gave herself up to them, letting them use her ears, consoling them in their times of need. it was a one sided job - they ranted, she listened, who gave a fuck about her problems?

the girl loved those who never loved her, her heart pining after people who only used her.