It’s not like, I hate myself.
It’s just that it’s really hard to love youself, when you continually let youself down.
I didn’t say I was depressed, and I didn’t say I was unhappy. I just haven’t yet, come to terms with the fact, that I am who the damn birth certificate says.
It says Born: August 29th, 1991. Well, sure, then why don’t I feel fifteen. Why do I feel like a kid sometimes, and a sophisticated adult others? Why don’t I know who I am?
I just want to be happy with who I am inside. I just want to accept what I’ve become. I just want to realize that I can’t change myself, because,” honey, that’s who you are.”
And that’s the hardest part of living life.
