Every version of me is magic.
The me that was naive, cruel and oblivious to the laws of the universe.
The me that overreacted to every small thing that didn't go my way.
The me that was unsure of every decision, every person, every aspect of myself.
The me that drowned my aura in melancholy, that couldn't find anything to be happy about.
The me that hated it when friends showed that they cared, or when they got too close and trusting.
The me that is lazy, unmotivated, tired, frustrated, callous, ruthless, unfulfilled.
The me that accepts things as they are, and fears living.
The me that is kind, caring, empathic, thoughtful, creative, cute, funny and intelligent at times.
The me that is loving and heartless.
People cannot change who they are, the core of the Earth stays the same.
I have accepted who I am as I am,
Every version of me is magic.
