Growing up, I needed someone that thought I was funny, that laughed when I was silly and who saw the good in odd things and in odd people. Someone that I loved and respected so much that I believed them when they told me I was good enough; that I belonged. A person that convinced me that all the bad things that people said to me and about me were lies told by mean, misguided souls. If I had this person by my side in my young life, I might not be so bitter and sad all the time. I do try like hell to be this person for my nieces and nephews, but I often wonder who I would have become if I felt worthy.
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