How could I have ever been so blind to think I am more than a....hell, I don't know what I am....? I can never be good enough, or bad enough. I can never have a chance if you won't even give yourself one. Nothing wrong with me I suppose is what will be said. How come I don't feel that way though?
Typing this should be cathartic, but I don't know if I want anyone else to even read it.
You don't even seem disappointed.
