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Vent

Sometimes I still wonder.
Why do people choose me? Whats so good about me? Why am I your bestfriend afterall, I'm a failure. I'm nothing good, I'm nothing smart. I'm a peice of trash that flies in the wind, and you're like a diamond.
    A nice loveable diamond compared to me. Why is it me? Why has it always been me? Whats so amazing and good about me? Why am I so good for you.

Maybe I'm just overreacting, or I'm just crazy. But why.
Why me? Why was it me.
Why do I matter.

Why am I so worried.