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catherinetheprincessofwales · 1 month

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HRH The Princess of Wales

#Second option #My gif #gifset #british royal family #kate middleton #brf #ktd #princess of wales #duke of cambridge #duchess of cambridge #fashion #throwback #gifs #gif warning #flashing gif #mygifs

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nr1chaedickrider · 1 month

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second choice.

"was I ever an option?"

"what do you mean?"

"you heard me."

"I-"

"was i ever an option?"

"come on, you're drunk."

"why are you not answering my question?"

sana says nothing.

you're starting to get frustrated.

yes, it is obvious to anyone, you're drunk. but does that allow sana to not answer?

drunk words are sober thoughts.

maybe sana tries to forget about that saying.

maybe she just doesn't want to say anything.

"so?" you ask her.

"some day you have to answer, it makes no difference if it is right now or weeks after." your words slurred.

she sighs, not wanting to accept that you're right.

"i don't know honestly." she answers.

your heart aches when she speaks.

"i don't fucking know okay?"

she doesn't want to talk about this.

she just wants to call you an uber which drops you off at your small apartment.

"why did you kiss me then?" you ask, looking at her.

your apartment, where you made too many memories with her.

"i don't know"

your apartment, where she took your virginity.

"you wanted to forget everything about him?"

"every single thing." she answers.

it feels like she is the one that is drunk - like she is the one that can't think clearly.

"so you used me?" you ask stupidly, knowing the answer.

"i-"

she doesn't continue talking.

you think about calling that uber yourself.

"i thought you were someone that is so good with their words" you say.

she just looks at you, not knowing what to say.

and maybe, problably, you were right.

you sigh, getting up and taking your jacket with you.

she grabs your cold wrist, and you look down at her.

"y/n-" she says.

a bad habit of hers, she starts to talk without even knowing what exactly she wants to say.

"i never was an option, why do you want me now?" you ask.

sana doesn't know what to answer.

maybe it is better that way, one answer would get you crying in her arms.

"let me go" her grip is tight around your wrist.

"please" you mutter.

she lets go, her slim fingers brush over your hand when you pull away and walk away.

she watches after you, even thinks about running after you.

as much as she wants to be a good person though, she knows you are going to come back.

as much as she wants you to be happy and find love, she will use you over and over again.

with no end in sight.

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storytimewriting · 3 months

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Always a Choice

I know I’m always a choice. Always an option. A name laid out on the table.

Something capable.

A sweet smile And sparkling eyes, But never quite sweet enough Or bright enough To make you think twice.

Something to taste And to smell But not to order.

Never quite worth the endeavor.

I’m always a choice But never the chosen.

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loudcycletaco · 7 months

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You know, when I see how some of my closest friend treat me, I genuinely feel unworthy of love, affection and attention…

#late night #mentally unstable #mentally fucked #imma kms #im gonna cry #bpd #actually bpd #tw depressing stuff #unworthy #im unloveable #unlovable #being treated like shit #second option #second choice #option

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rottingskunkc0rpse · 3 months

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#unrequited crush #backup plan #second option #used

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thegrapefruitthatkills · 1 year

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sometimes all i want is to be someone’s first pick

like hey i get it i can’t be everyone’s

but like can i be one persons???

i’m just you know, the reliable second pick that will always be there if they need me

when their first pick can’t make it

it really hurts sometimes

#lonely #relatable #second option #this sucks #you could have loved me but nah #it’s actually so not chill

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rinwreck · 5 months

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When we look back

to certain memories,

certain days of our lives,

you'll smile at moments;

you'll think of her

And I'll forever think of you.

Unrequited

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str4nded-1n-th3-r4in · 1 year

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i hate that the two people who i see as parental figures probably don’t even see me as their first choice… i just want to be someone’s number one… not tied for number one, just number one… but i know damn well i’ll never be, because who would ever love me that much?

#emotional attachment #attachment issues #attachment #mental breakdown #mentally unwell #anxi4ty thoughts #anxi4ty #anxious #second option #toxic family #toxic parents

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stephaniesblogxx · 4 months

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i don’t want to be the other woman anymore

୨୧*~☽

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itstimetofall · 1 year

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I thought you were different, a friend unlike the rest,

Someone who saw me for who I am, and not just as a guest.

But now I'm feeling insecure, like I did before, With my ex-friends who left me wanting more.

I don't know if you see me as a second option or not,

But the feeling is there, and it's all I've got. I wish I could shake it off, and trust in our bond,

But the fear of being left out is a constant beyond.

Maybe it's just my own self-doubt,

That's making me feel left out.

But it's hard to shake these thoughts away,

When they've been here before, day by day.

I wish I could know for sure,

That I'm not just an afterthought, something obscure.

That you value me as much as the rest,

And that our friendship is truly the best.

But until then, I'll try to push these thoughts aside,

And trust in you, and in our friendship to abide. For even if I'm just a second choice,

I'll still cherish our bond, and raise my voice.

To say that I'm here, and I care for you,

And that I'll be here, no matter what we go through.

For even if my fears come true,

I'll still be here, a loyal friend to you.

#poem #poetry #daily poem #short poem #poems #writing #poems on tumblr #sad poem #sad poetry #poem about depression #poem about friendship #poem about insecurity #second option #second choice

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gayastrophilehistoryfreak · 5 months

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my story pt.1

I used to have no friends at all cause I was always quiet and just watched. Now, the elders would ask me who I'm usually with or shouldn't I be with my friends that day – I either break down when I'm unwell, or just smile sheepishly knowing that I don't have any.

People would tell me that if I tried to open up more then maybe I wouldn't feel so lonely. I did try, though, once. It didn't go well. But then, I decided to try again. I said hi daily to anyone, or I try to smile even the slightest at people who actually acknowledge me. Then I tried starting a conversation with this guy who was feminine, but not gay.

Next thing I knew, I had friends. I connected with people. I enjoyed my time with them and looked forward to meeting up with them. It was nice. And I was always there to comfort them because they have crappy self esteem and have mental issues. I was their mom and therapist friend. It was nice. All was well.

Until I got sick, but I still went to school. I was so tired and I kept coughing and sniffling a lot. I was so tired that I couldn't talk to anyone, and even if I tried, it's so hard to even talk. I made an excuse to my feminine guy friend that I'm sick and that I won't be able to hang out with them properly for a while. He barely glanced at me or acknowledged me. It was fine. It's just probably my head messing with me.

The only person who ever forced a mutter out of me or even a half smile was the boy sitting next to me. I really loved him, like really loved him, but he was with someone else so I'm hopeless. He liked to annoy me and by doing that, it forces a smile out of me. But then again, I was barely talking.

Three days later, I was still sick. But I had improved cause I was actually smiling without any reason again. Until that afternoon my mood shifted and I lashed out on my friend by yelling at him to stop being a...you know. Then I made him cry. I. Made. Him. Cry. I was so freaking ashamed of myself and I tried to apologized but he didn't accept it. I hated myself so much that I went on complete silent and I didn't participate on my next class. The pain of my own words cut into every part of my body so deeply, especially my head. My head felt like it was being banged by a rock. Plus, our lesson was about self-consciousness. I hated the world and myself.

Then after that period, the boy beside me decided to annoy me again. I was staring outside, frowning, and you know what he did? He stared at me for a long time, then mirrored what I was doing; then when I looked away to look down on my hand, which I was writing on, he did the same. I noticed everything and I couldn't help but look at him, smile like a fool, and think "I love you so much dammit."

Until I noticed that I had difficulty breathing. I started rubbing on my chest cause it hurt and my breathing picked up. The boy noticed and asked if what was wrong. I told him I couldn't breathe and forced me to drink water. But it was getting worse. My head was racing with so many things I couldn't think properly. Then the pain was getting unbearable that tears started filling my eyes, and the boy had to call on our adviser, cause, gosh, I was crying.

They took both my arms, then I started hyperventilating. I gasped for breath as tears streamed down my eyes and all I could think of is holding on to the boy with me. They took me to the school clinic and was cold, stiff and numb all over. Before the boy left, I looked at him one last time and thought, 'im so glad that it's you who saw this.'

When I was alone, I left the clinic without anyone knowing then went back to the classroom. My mom found me and made me took a pill before she had to leave. I started crying again, and the boy listened to me ramble about random stuff. And this girl who's always quiet, was the only one who helped me too. And you know those other friends I talked to? Barely cared. Ignored me.

Then I start to wonder, 'was I just the second option?'

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xnahoxx · 6 months

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I znowu. Znowu rola drugiej opcji. Dlaczego osoba, dla której mógłbyś zrobić wszystko zawsze ma Cię gdzieś? Jesteś przy niej, kiedy tego potrzebuje, oddajesz dużą część siebie dla tego człowieka. A on i tak daje ci porządnego kopa w dupę i rozbija tę część na miliony kawałków, które trudno poskładać w całość.