Well this is an odd feeling.

For once in my life, right in this moment I'm starting to feel okay with myself. I'm starting to feel like I have people in my life I can count on and not just to pass in the hallway and say "hi" to. I feel like even though my hair isn't turning out the way I want it to for tomorrow that I'm okay with that because nobody is perfect and we're all just striving to be something that we're not. We're all not meant to change. We're all meant to be comfortable in our own skin forever because that's who we were born to be. I was born to be an artist and maybe a writer and maybe a bullshitter, the world may never know, and they may never accept.

However, I fucking accept the fact that I'm finally comfortable with who I am. And I know a couple of people who should do the same.

Hell, the whole world should do the same because we all have insecurities, we just need to find a big enough eraser to make them disappear.