Not enough
I wanted to thank you for the hug you gave me because I’m not sure I would have endured much without a little support. It’s always difficult when you feel you’re on the outside of something and have never really found yourself worthy enough to be called one of the gang. Sometimes it feels like you joined an exclusive club but you’re still waiting for your membership card to arrive in the mail and when it does arrive its labeled “handle with care.” So you realize that you have to put on a pair of kid gloves whenever you handle it and put it away in its plastic case at night just to preserve integrity. I don’t like to be like that. I am who I am and I can only hope that people accept that one day. We all have our faults and short comings and believe me I’m very aware of my own vices. I don’t need people pointing fingers at them to make them obvious to me; they tend to stand out like the broken finger on your right hand.