As I'm writing this, almost a million feel this way... Why am I special at all?

I'm not.

I sit daydreaming, stuck in this introvert shelter I've built around me. It sickens me, but I love it.

Daydreaming about how I'd find him, get him to notice me... but I'd be tricking him, and fooling myself.

It burns, it hurts- pains me.

But I am not the only one. He saved many, I am not special.

I'm not.