Do people really like me?
Do I have any friends?
And, if I do have friends, my self-esteem must be super low to think that.
Because, I think I have friends.
Because, I think I have people who care about me.
I don’t know why I must have such a low opinion of myself.
Because, I am not half bad.
Because, I am a semi-decent human being.
I support free speech and education and acts of kindness and walks on a beach holding the hand of the girl you love and smiles and sunsets and a good meal and that others deserve a good meal too and how we treat the most hurting is what truly defines us.
So, I am not half bad, right?
I’m a semi-decent human being, right?
So, if I am only semi-decent, what does that make you?
Can you stand the weight of your brutal reality?
Because, I can. It sucks a lot of the time, but I’ve got this. Really.