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It’s depressing sometimes, to see the people around me all have their significant others. I wish I have one. But it’s hard to find someone who could love you for what you are. Not by your appearance or beauty. I may have the best friends in the world but I won’t have them all the time by my side. I don’t have someone to love me or care for me. All my life I’ve always been the odd one. The third, fifth, seven wheel. It sucks. It really does.