She loves how I act,
                                   But I don't see why.
She loves how I talk,
                                    But I hate it.
She loves how I think,
                                     But I don't get it.
She loves how I look,
                                     But I never saw it.

She loves, and I will never see,
Being all in love, and yet so unworthy...

my life is measured in numbers.
52002 days ive lived, ive breathed.
498 days since ive seen my mother.
175 days to find my change.
176 days till the first day of highschool.
my life is measured in numbers, and this is what keeps me sane.
seeing progress.

Are they really flaws.. if im in love with them..?