I am the panic you feel when you have to figure out how to eat dinner in the dining hall alone without anyone noticing

I am the anxiety that eats at you that nobody is going to want to sit next to you at dinner

I am the odd number in a world of evens

I am the friend who talks about their birthday a week before it happens just to make sure somebody remembers

I am the person who has to pull up an extra chair at the table

I am the girl who goes to the bathroom with friends but gets left behind if I go last

I am the guy who no one waited for to give a ride to the field

I am the one who gets boxed out of the circle first

I am the hunger that screams in your stomach when you skip a meal because you’d rather skip than have someone see you eating alone

I am the afterthought

I am the “we should’ve” but the reality is “we didn’t” so now I must pay the price

I am the one who offers to clean up or pay because if I don’t I feel like a pest

I am the one who blends into the background amongst a large crowd

I am the sinking feeling you get when you have to walk behind the group even though they could squeeze you in they just don’t want to

I am being picked last

I am alone