Am I good?
At anything I do?
I used to not think so.
I used to believe that nothing I did would ever be worth it.
But someone showed me differently.
Someone who, surprisingly, I'm still choosing to believe.
Despite all the things that he spoke that were not worth believing.
Because I am good.
I am worth it.
I am me.
And that is good enough.
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A Year Of Whatever This Is
RandomSo as some of you know, I fail at literally everything I try to do. Whether it be relationships, or writing, or more often than not, just life in general. This is my attempt to get better. My attempt to not struggle so much. I literally googled so...
