Wednesday, April 7, 2010
I wish I was good enough for everybody.
I wish I was good enough for you.
You're not complaining, but I can see it in your eyes. The disappointment. Oh, sorry - it's not just in your eyes; the disappointment's etched in your face as well. You deserve better. But you are stuck with me.
I am sorry. I wish I could get rid of myself, too.
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