Dear Paper,
I'm selfish. Or, I might be. I might be a lot of things, actually. I might be selfish, I might be jealous, I might be sad, or I might be happy, I might be depressed or really cheerful, I might be angry, and I might be a bad person, even.
But I'm not sure. But there are a few things I'm sure I am: I'm human, and I make mistakes, and I'm pleased and happy with the life God gave me, and I'm okay.
I'm okay, paper. I'm okay.
