I’m jealous of the people with more friends. The people who are so charismatic. I know a few people who can make friends just by sneezing. It’s their gift. And I’m very jealous. What gift do I have? I can sing, but others can sing better. Hit more notes, hold their breath longer, produce stronger verbrato. I can draw, but my circles are never round enough, my lines never straight. My water color never, clean.

I’m in short insecure. I want to like myself, I want to be worth somthing, but I feel like I’m not all that important. Not at all.