There are better things, better people. And then theres me.
Im not being low on the self-esteem metre. Its realistically the truth.
The truth that leads to other truths.
The truth that divides itself and reproduce, just like human cell divisions.
The truth that Ive accepted. Or in the process of.
There will be other people. Better people. And there was me.
The me that is.. trying. Trying not to need in the same body of better human cells.