So why was he yelling at me years after to change who I was? Wasn’t I perfect the way I was?
I don’t know what makes me happy.
You miss people you think have left for forever only to have them return even more aligned with you.
Your 20s are not the decade to goof off and try to figure out the rest later. It’s not that you can’t recover, it’s that it’s more difficult to.
Starting fresh, haven’t we all dreamed of it or at least thought of it at some point?
Confidence is a short supply in our society today.
Take chances. Believe that things can work out. Even if they don’t, at least you tried.
Sometimes I think adulthood is forgetting everything that made me whole.
You have still done great things. You still have so much to offer.
Maybe the truth is I like this person. This version of me.