Why do we always feel the need to judge? We place labels on things and make assumptions about people so that we can make them fit into neat little boxes that fit with our tiny level of understanding. But people are not simple like that. Everyone has a story. It may be easy or it may be Hell. You…
I’m a screw up. A failure. Invisible. Worthless.
Don’t compare me to him. I’m not him. Someday he’s gonna fucking screw up and maybe you won’t think he is so so so amazing. And I’ll be here laughing