Dont you wish that you’re in someway, someone else?
At least once in your lifetime, no?
You somehow feel that being you is irrelevant, or you’re
insignificant. For instance, you believe that if you look like someone
else, act like someone else, things will change for the better. You feel
like being you is not enough because being other people seems to be
more promising,
But then again, there is no one else like you. And the weird little
things that you have makes you, you. It might be weird, but it is
comfortable.
So at the end of the day, you thank God that you’re you, and there’s
no one else like you. You see past your flaws because.. well, that’s
just a part of who you are.
And if there are other people who keep reminding you of your flaws,
or cant see past your flaws, or even see you as this strange being that
should at least try to change for the better… well, F them and tell them
to screw themselves. Because you know you are strange, and awkward and
all that jazz, you dont need other people to tell you that.
Besides, your quirks make awesome and most of the time, funny stories. And everyone loves funny.
Plus, you know you’re a nice person. If other people cant see it,
then too bad. Make do with the company who can make you feel good, and
avoid those who cant. Why bother making them happy if you arent?
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