I know I failed you, on and on again. You’ve gave me your hand every time I’ve fallen but am I really worth it? Can I do it? On and on again I’ve asked myself—why me? Why did you choose me? And why am I so great to you. I still ask that very question—even now. Even if I failed am I still the great person you see? The daughter who did great and made all around me smile? Even if I’ve fallen into the same habits I’ve done before, do you still love me? Am I worthy of that, J? Am I too deep into my life for me to be rebuilt by you….?