How is it possible that with every mistake and stupid thing I do, you continue to love me? All of you. Instead of disowning me as a friend, or sibling out of fear of being embarrassed of my mistakes, you keep me… why do you keep me?
How can you continue to care for me the way that you do when you know that I am a bit crazy and foolish and all?
And why is it that YOU can forgive me for my mistakes and silly behavior when I can’t?!?
How can you continue to love me when I am a fool? How is it possible that you love me when sometimes I don’t even love myself?
Why is it, that you can be there for me, when I can’t pick myself up the ground? And why would I rather help you than help me?
Something seems wrong in this picture.