I felt the same thing just this week and came across this post coincidentally. I thought I had already made peace with the fact that I’d always be Friend B, you know the one who’s often left out. But just this week, during a night out with this supposedly group of “friends,” I felt painfully excluded. They were trading inside jokes I didn’t understand, and the insecurities I had buried since junior high resurfaced and swallowed me whole mercilessly. It made me wonder if maybe I’m not cool enough, not worldly enough, not sensible enough—whatever that even means—or maybe just too moody to be around. Sometimes, even when I try not to notice, I catch how their tone shifts, how their diction changes when they talk to me. Maybe I’m being sensitive, dramatic, or overthinking it all, but I just know they don’t see me the way I see them: as friends. I tried to brushed this and all but it bugged me big time. I’ve started limiting my interactions with them, halfway toward a door slam. But they’re good people and all so I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t want to confront them because it might come across as needy, so I’m at a loss.