The Real Question

So I sit here alone in my room every single day thinking about everyone's amazing life's, and disliking my own.
All I can do is watch my friends have the time of their life's, Falling in love, Following their dreams, and being carefree.
Mostly all my friends have someone in their life that loves them, family members or, of the male gender that tells them every single day how much they mean to them.
What is so wrong with me? Something must because I have never expressed that before. Whenever I try they back away before we ever get the chance to be our self's
I am so amazed at how horrible everything is but, sadly more impressed with myself with pretending so well, that I'm fine.
People will tell you that you mean something to them, but that's just because at that moment you made them feel important, worthy for some reason. So they keep you around because that feeling of "Mattering" means a lot to them.
See I can always put people before myself mainly because they distract me from my insecurity. Distracting me from all the things people hate about me.
I am not the brightest person in the bunch, and I can't go places without feeling every ones eyes are on me judging me.
So I ask why are certain people more lucky than others?
Fate? Karma?
That's the real question.

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