I wonder why I have got friends.
Yes, I don't have many but the few I do - I ask myself - what did I do to deserve to call myself their friends?
I'm average, not pretty, not ugly, not smart and not too dumb. I don't have large dreams, I don't do much with my life and neither am I funny and/or fun to be with.
They are beautiful, self-confident, clever. They know what they want, they have dreams that they're on the verge of achieving. They change other's lives and they're never boring to be with.
I wonder what I did - for them - to like me?
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