I spent a lot of my life changing for other people. Trying to fit into their boxes. Trying to be what society sees as normal.
The past couple years I’ve learned to accept the beautiful mess that I am.
I love who I am and who I am becoming.
Sometimes I am completely overwhelmed by the beauty in this world and I cry. I get lonely. I change my mind daily. I want to be free of everything that ties me down. I love to laugh at 3am. I refuse to limit myself to one or two passions or to loving only select people. I still believe in magic. I will never take life too seriously. Under hobbies I will list “everything.” I crave a love I will probably never find. I give too much. My life is not in order. I want to be understood by someone.
People often think I am irresponsible and label me as “edgy.”
I am responsible with others. I love deep and forgive always. I show kindness and compassion.
I don’t want to be what they think I should be. I don’t need their approval anymore. I have to have faith that there are people who will be attracted to my mess. People who will understand. Who will see the beauty in the chaos.