I’m used to being alone.
I’m used to no one texting me.
I’m used to not having plans.
I’m used to being left out.
I’m used to being different.
I’m used to holding back the tears.
I’m used to the fake smile.
I’m used to life as it is.
It’s tiring to show a fake smile everyday.
I’m used to being alone. I’m used to no one texting me. I’m used to not having plans. I’m used to being left out. I’m...