Last night I stumbled across this piece of paper crumpled in the bottom of a clothing drawer and thought I’d share. I was 17.
I need to accept myself. I need to stop comparing myself to everyone else. Quit that. I need to stop second guessing everything I do, I end up just talking myself out of it and once again not being who I really am. This is me. I’m 17 and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing but that’s okay ’cause I still have so many more things ahead of me and so much time and I’m gonna be okay. I’m gonna stay nice and do everything for myself, be myself because I am enough and anyone who doesn’t see that can
fuck off. Be myself and don’t compare myself to others because I’m not them, I’m me. And I’m okay with that.