"Stop saying that. You're really not funny." Your friend spoke to your joke you made to actualy offend yourself. It was always like that, if you weren't funny by making fun of yourself, no one would love you. You wanted people's attention to validate your existence, to make sure that there were at least some people who liked you. Insulting yourself while laughing was like revealing your insecurities to the world. But that was how you had woven your life and now you regreted it.

Your friends walked away and left you alone. Why hang out with you if you weren't worth it? You stayed there, watching them leave while chatting. You weren't the most beautiful person, or the smartest or the funniest. You were just trying to please, so much. You weren't good at communicating and really opening up to people so you would create a false side of yourself. You were the funny friend in movies that no one had a crush on.

A little further away from you stood Tristan, your childhood friend. You hadn't hung out much since high school, you were with your group of friends, he was with his. But that didn't stop him from making sure you were okay. He knew you better than anyone and if something bad happened he wouldn't hesitate to help you.