The grass by the roadside

I don't have a 4.0 CGPA
I don't have the height
I don't have the charm
I don't have the rights
I don't have a place in you people's heart
I don't have the money

But I have the confidence to tell you people that,
You can trust me and open up (:

Break even point

Some part of me is happy,some part of me not.
I'm at a point where I no longer can differentiate I've fallen in love with this person,or I'm just having sympathy,or observing this person too much or attached or being adhesive.
Welp, faced too many people with lovesick problems in their head.