It has taken me a long time to realize that I'm worth something. The dark thoughts and anxiety try their best to convince me that I'm a waste of space and oxygen. Lately, I've found that EVERYONE has their moments of feeling that way.
Thete are some though, that never progress paste that. They think they're a waste, and turn into petty, vicious, jerks. And those people do things out of spite that nobody with a functional conscience would do.
I am not one of them. I may have been weighed, and I may have been measured- but I was absolutely NOT found wanting.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum, bitches.
