I know there is really nothing much i can offer. I mean, there is nothing unique about me right? nothing good about me right?

He plays soccer.

He plays guitar.
He's sweeter than me, just by saying stuff. And i thought actions mattered more to you than words anyday.

But i guess words do make one feel overjoyed. The actions sometimes are too insignificant for the human eye to notice.

I guess ive nothing to offer.

Im not not.

I dont have broad shoulders nor a well toned body.

Im not smart.

Im not sweet.

Im short tempered.

I get insecure at times.

I get paranoid at times.

I get angry at times.

I dont make you feel all high and jumpy inside.

I dont really know whats in me to offer.

All thats left to me is just me. Literally.

thats how i feel about myself.

There is nothing in me that i see is worth mentioning.

One reason why you'll never like me.