I cannot believe that they came back for me. What have I ever contributed to this bus? I'm not worth their caring.
Whenever someone is nice to be, it makes me cry. I want to tell them that they shouldn't, because a freak like me is not worth it.
But I can't.
Somewhere, inside or outside of my body, I cannot tell which, someone is talking to me.
Telling me that actually, I am.
I'm worth it.