I'm sorry for existing. Sometimes I feel like I'm too much, and secretly I believe others feel just the same way. I do have many extraordinary qualities that compensate for me being too much, or at least that's what I believe to be true.

Like my heart, it still sings even though others have ripped it out and stomped all over it time and time again. There are many other amazing things about me, I have to remind myself daily. People do want to have me around, and my smile can still light up a room. I have the most loving heart; no one will ever need to test my love for them, and if they did, I know I would most certainly pass.

I used to keep the things...