worthless [p.jh]

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Park Jihyo didn't know she was loved.

She didn't know she was needed.

She didn't know she was wanted.

Wrong.

Park Jihyo knew she was loved and she knew she was needed and she knew she was wanted.

But something at the back of her mind always clawed its way out and told her she was wrong.

So maybe she knew she wasn't worthless.

She just wouldn't let herself believe it.

She sat unusually quiet in amongst her group members, who were being their usual loud selves, but Jihyo couldn't bring herself to join the chaos.

They don't want you here.

Yes they do.

They don't need you to lead them.

Yes they do.

They don't need you.

Yes they-

Do they?

Do they need me? They're more than capable of taking care of themselves, so do they actually need me?

They don't need you.

Jihyo took a gulp of air and stood up, gaining a few questioning glances from the girls.

"I-I'm really tired. I'm going to head to bed."

Hearing a chorus of "Okay!", she left the group and made her way upstairs. With a heavy sigh, she turned off the light and lay down on her bed, one single statement brutally circling her mind.

They don't need you.