It's fascinating to think about how everybody is as complex as I am. I look at people walking by, and I think about the sort world they live. The emotions and tribulations they struggle with. It makes me feel selfish.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm too broken to be loved, like some ornament in a thrift store, with little chips on the edges and discoloration throughout. I'm working on building that confidence, to be on full display.

Am I an overachiever? Driven? Or am I compensating for all the rejection in my life? 

I like to think that grudges take up parts of you meant for greater things. What's better than resentment? Peace of mind. To not care. To not dwell. To let be. 

I despise researching feelings and finding the best ways to deal with them. The internet is jam-packed with voices of reason that contradict each other. It's like a crowded room full of incoherent yelling, generating so much noise. I can't establish the correct move because lived experiences are always subjective. I'm coming to terms with the fact that life must keep going. Just do whatever's best for you. People leave your life, and that's totally normal. Don't be stagnant. 

To care about minorities only when you become one yourself. In the grander scheme of things, It's selfish. Why should I support anyone who sees that certain people shouldn't exist? I don't condone violence and hatred, but I will not perpetuate a world/ reality of groupthink. It's the worst kind of cancer. 

You are ambitious. You are unstoppable. A ruthless visionary. Intelligent. You will shape the reality you want. Problems are but hurdles waiting to be conquered. There's power there, from every strand of hair to every drop of blood. Influence. Resilience that knows no bounds. A frictionless bounce.