This is my life. I am the second hand friend. My 'friends' would rather hang out with someone else, I' mthe person they hang out with when there is no one else to hang with. Other thab that, I'm just the quirt person standing next to you that you talk to whenever your friend isn't there.
Star light, star bright won't you come and kill me tonight?
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