I am flawed. I am far from perfect. I am damaged, on the inside as well as the outside. I have come to terms with all these harsh realities, but I can't seem to foster this profound and diligent frame of mind. I always get caught up in the tempest of self doubt and shame, even though I try with all my might to break free, the fierce winds show no mercy...
The thing I realised today is that the good thing about being young, is that there is no such thing as mistakes. It's all just research. Gaining knowledge and insight into what you like, how you function and how people perceive you. There is no such thing as regret, because all that happens now, right at this moment, fuels our individuality so it can bloom and grow, so the roots of our inner self can intertwine and entangle countless arrays of what was previously a damp, dark void...
We fought today. Like never before. Things were said that can never be taken back. We probably won't recover from this. At least I won't. If nothing else she taught me alot and her parting words linger still: "I at least have the courage to be what I am, do you?" ...
