I curse how much I feel far too often. I feel everything so powerfully, so intensely. It’s both a blessing and a curse.
I am thankful for how much I care, even with the lows. They’re worth it. Because there are those who don’t even feel a thing.
I may not be perfect and I may be too much, but that too much is what makes me, me.
I am who I am supposed to be and I accept it. I accept my flaws, even if they make me upset at times.
I may not be beautiful on the outside, but I am stunning on the inside.