I hate being stuffed away, like (metaphorically LAH!) up someone's armpit or behind someone's ear, somewhere insignificant and worthless, and it's only when you really need me then you bother to find me.
I'm your last resort. I'm the spare, just in case the rest write you off and not give a shit. I'm so sick of playing this role. I wish I was more significant. I feel so happy when people make me think I do, but then they shove me aside for awhile, AND then they come back again.
Meh. I want to curl up under my blanket and sleep for the rest of my life, because I am that insignificant.
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