May I just please put one thing out there?
I’m okay with who I am. I am more than okay. I’ve done a lot of really sketchy, dirty, crappy things, and I made a lot of mistakes in my past. And maybe I’ve had better days than recently, but I’m not waking up in the morning regretting the night before and I’m well aware that’s not something everyone can say. I wake up in the morning happy with who I am. I love my bed head and I love how my mind immediately begins to figure how to get coffee. I love that my first instinct is to open as many windows as possible and I love that I wake up happy every single day.
I don’t know. I’m sorry you’re not happy with who I am, but it’s not your choice. I know that sounds stuck up and like I’m a spoiled brat, but it’s not intended to be like that.
You honestly have no idea who I am, and I know that even if you did you still wouldn’t be happy and I don’t know what to do about that, but I’m pretty sure it’s out of my hands.
Just because you wish you lived your life differently doesn’t mean I’m going to feel the same.
So please, I’m sorry you feel that way, but I am not sorry for my decisions or my actions.
