More like you.
Once again I find myself wishing I was more like you. Strong, kind, patient. Your heart full of love instead of contempt. I really am nothing like you, you know. I know we like to believe so, to say we're like the same person. Always the same views and same taste in most things. I wish it were so, but It's more like all the good qualities ran out with the first two kids, and then I got what was left. I got stuck with the leftovers. Now, I realize not everyone can be good at everything. But, I'm not okey with that some of us won't be good at anything at all.
About time, ey.
