Sometimes I just wish I was someone’s first choice?

I don’t want to be cherished or any of that unnecessary bs,

I’m fine with my grades though they’re B’s.

My hairs fine though I’ve been needing a trim.

Most of my clothes are wrinkled since I folded them wrong the last time I did my laundry.

Though apart of me is missing and I can’t explain it.

It feels like someone ripped out my heart and replaced it with a stone while I was asleep.

I want to be complete, not perfect.

I want to be loved, not sexually.

I want to be cared for, not used.

But there’s nothing I can do. Atleast for now.

What happened to me.