I'm an awkward person. I've always been, and I've just got to accept that. For the longest time, I wondered why I wasn't too liked at school, and I've finally come to a conclusion.
My personality can be tough to deal with.
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| When I went to Italy in 2014 (I had no bangs as well) |
I can get moody, I have anxiety (and mild depression), I get excited for no reason, I talk about my interests too much to the point where it annoys others (I try not to though), I laugh too loudly without realizing it, I talk to much, and I tend to complain
a lot.
But that's just who I am. And I will agree that afterwards when I think about it, I just want to hide my face because it's embarrassing and I regret it. However, I cannot change the past or who I am.
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| I also take pictures that have my name in it |
Often, I get into a rut where my depression really kicks in, and I'm very hard on myself and I like to set high goals. But sometimes when I can't reach them right away, I become a stick in the mud, and I need a crane to lift me out. But I'm still grateful for the friends who still stay by my side.
This isn't really a rant post, but one to know that I'm not a perfect person and I come with my flaws and baggage. Something that people tend to forget when they read about other people on the internet. We all struggle with our own little battles.
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| I'm also that one person who isn't looking at the camera in the photo because no one said 'ready' |
And that's okay.
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