Proud
I’ve always strove to be more like my younger self. Outgoing, quick, smart, nice, spontaneous. That is, up until this year. I’ve written terrible journal entries about how I hate myself, about my imperfections. And this is the first time that I’m really happy with myself. I have my shortcomings… but at least I’m proud of who I am. Now when I identify a problem in myself I don’t devote myself completely to fixing it. I just keep it in mind and keep moving forward. Not everything has to be perfect for life to go on. Theres still huge room for improvement, but defeating myself before I even set out got me nowhere. I think I know better now. I hope.
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