Mituna's here again. Of course he is. Latula's always surrounded by whoever she likes. Of course, I'm always left out. Poor Terezi, doomed to be a loser compared to her sister. Because, ew, who would like a detective over a skater girl?
I guess that's not really what I feel like. I've got Dave, and I've got Karkat. And Latula's only got that weirdo Mituna. But I know she's got everyone else captivated, too, somewhere deep in their hearts.
My mother says that's not true, that I'm being illogical. But I know how to read people, and she knows I know. She's a liar, and I abhor liars. It doesn't matter what they say to make me feel better.
You know what? Maybe I can just suck it up and deal with it. But just thinking about everyone else makes me sick. I know they look down at me. Latula and Neophyte and Mituna, because they're older and cooler. Vriska and Equius, because they think they're better than me when I'm only a bit different from them.
And it kills me. The part of me, that is, that doesn't know that there's more to life than being well liked. But dammit, what am I doing wrong?