Everyday I am always trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. And if I’m ever going to be enough. And if I’m ever going to be truly happy. I’m out of options and pick me ups. I hate this emotional fist fight.
You know how they always tell how to “Not Judge A Book By It’s Cover?”
Yeah, I think I’m going to start doing that.
I keep forgetting that people have it worse in life than I do.