I don't like my house.
I like my university.
I don't like my body.
I like my brain.
I don't like my social awkwardness.
I like my ability to find joy in little things.
I don't like my lack of self control.
I like my ability to run.
I don't like my mediocrity.
I like the way I can be brave and try new things.
I don't like how selfish I am.
I like that I'm low maintenance.
I don't like that phone calls cause me about an 8 on the anxiety scale.
I like that I'm not afraid to feel things intensely.
I don't like that I'm lazy.
I like that I have strong beliefs.
I don't like that I feel like I don't always have much to offer.
I like that I like sport.
I don't like that I sweat and look gross after barely any exertion.
I like that I can please myself and don't rely on other people for feel happy or good about myself.
I don't like that I'm a follower.
But.
Just overall.
I do like me.
I mean, it's definitely a mix but there aren't many people I'd rather be.
I have crippling shyness and a tonne of insecurities and I can be kind of a bore, but I do think I have some special-ness in me.
I think I accept myself and love myself despite the bad stuff. I'm not perfect. I don't look perfect or speak perfectly or have amazing talents but I'm not worthless or not worth loving I think.
I am surrounded by people that care for me every day and I appreciate that so much. Even when I think I don't deserve it, I have friends that call me, or hug me or tell me they miss me or ask to hang out. I have a mother that loves me, though she tells me that my hair looks atrocious (right now it does lol) and a Dad that cares about me very much. I have a family that loves and supports me and is proud of me.
If I committed murder, I could probably scrounge up at least a few people to bury the body with me and if that isn't comforting, I don't know what is.
So yeah, this is me and right now I'm kinda okay with it. So here, have a picture of me pulling the weirdest face I could.
hahahahaha
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