life is is making me ill. and just like the little blue dude above i smile inbetween it all. cause non of it really matters i am not special. i am not enough. i without and stuck within. i am the leftover pile of inconvenent puke.
You matter. You've done so much for me. I'm sorry i haven't been able to return the favor and find a way to make you feel better about yourself. I can't find the right words, maybe someone else here can. All I can say is that I know you are special person. I just wish that you knew it.