No, I'll help myself

Late at night, I laid awake, fixated on the ceiling of my dorm. Before going to bed I'd just seen a post of my high school crush with a friend, roommate, or whatever, at a concert. Just the two of them. This wasn't her first post of its kind. I think what I've really wanted all along was just one close friendship. To be someone's first choice and have them be mine. It's not as intimate as an…