bouquet of clumsy words,

I wish I had somebody to talk to.

A friend who cares about me; not because it’s their job, but because they actually do care. Someone who will talk to me on the phone when I’m lonely and text me every day with inside jokes and fun memories. Somebody who will turn to me first when looking for plans because they actually enjoy my company. I’m so tired of being ‘number two’ on everybody’s list, and it’s been that way for as long as I can remember.