I wish when I read your words they were about me… But it’s NEVER been about me. EVER. I didn’t get that till recently…but what am I to do? To think? I want to matter. But when’s the last time I did? When’s the last time anything I did meant something? All these gestures. And carefully thought out moves. And gifts from my heart. For what? For nothing. Always for nothing. Cuz coming from me what value does it have? That’s the problem. I thought I still mattered. I thought I could still make a difference in your life….
