It’s taken some time to be who I am. To accept myself as I am. Yet I still strive towards bettering myself. Things still get to me. Things still raise emotions in me. I still react to certain stimuli and certain people/things. I’m honest with myself. I know most of my flaws. And there are many. I’m hard on myself. I’m hard on others, but less so. I punish myself. I push myself. I love hard. I play hard. I don’t suffer fools easily yet I play the fool when someone thinks they are deceiving me. I’m gifted with an IQ of 148 yet sometimes can’t remember a fucking thing. Life isn’t very fair. Most people live in a bubble. Most people fool themselves. I don’t want to be most people. I’m happy I’m me. Life is good. Not always but for now it’s good.