She knew she was worthless. She knew because of that she was replaceable and that meant she wasn't wanted. Everyone was replacing her. Her friends, her family, everyone. She knew she wasn't wanted. Not at work or at home or with certain friends. She was worthless and useless. And nothing was getting better. Everything she did had a label now. She wasn't good enough. Not for the people who were supposed to care. It felt like there was only one person left.
What was the point? Was there even one. Every genius knows that when a friend leaves you and when a group replaces you and when one just seems fed up with you, you're being replaced. She was being replaced. She told herself that she would fight hard. But who was she kidding? There was no point. Not any more.
They said that nothing had changed. But it had. If the rest didn't see it then who was she to say it mattered. Who was to say she even mattered. A new start for everyone, And her new start was shit.
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