Everyone likes to say goodbye.

It hurts.

You try to be nice, and people take advantage.

You try not to be Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes, and they accuse you of being mean; having an attitude.

I want an earthly being to accept:

•My clumsiness

• My odd shape

• My childlike tone

• My thick hair

• My sores and cuts from the past.

• My flaws

•My occasional tears (I promise I won't cry all the time.😊)

Please... Someone...