I’m afraid he will love her more and I’ll be left behind. He already considers her a best friend. I was considered a best friend, now I am not. I’m sorry I cannot be like her. I wish I could talk more, but I don’t know what to say, I always take care of what I say in front of you, because I don’t want to say something wrong. You’re always fawning over her. Why can’t I be her? Why can’t I be funny, and random, and cool? WHY CAN’T I MAKE YOU HAPPY.