I don’t hate myself but sometimes I wish I was a better person or a bit more good looking. I appreciate what others do for me but I never really appreciate myself and the things I do for my sake. I love my parents and I’ll always be grateful to them but a part of me always wish them to be less toxic and understand me more. I love my friends and enjoy being with them but sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one to consider them as my friends.
I had a dream. To be more specific, a person was my dream. But as everyone know dreams are called dreams for a reason. Nothing really went my way but I still learned to make my way through it. I kept trying harder and harder but later I realised maybe I should restart. And this time the first thing on my list is to love myself and this world around me.
This question is in the literature category so I must say that literature helped me for sure to see the beauty in myself and my life. I’m now living and not just surviving. And I hope everyone could see the beauty in themselves.