I miss you, and I wonder if you even remember me. Am I of any significance at all?
Sometimes, I fear that, I mean nothing at all to others.
Just like how che says,
You may be just one person to the world, but to one person, you may be the world.
Don't give up, you're loved.
I, on the otherhand, am so screwed that there is no way, I could mean a thing. I screwed up like shit. And I'm still screwing up things. I've got to be thinner. Sigh.
They say joy comes with contentment, but I'm not contented.