Most people say that what they want most in life is to be happy. I just want to be inspired; whether that's happy, or sad.

Deja fucking vù

And this all feels a little too familiar, being assessed not by who I am, but by who I was. I guess I never realized that a slope in my past, a slope when I was a child, could bring me down today. How do you deal with rejection? I guess you just move past it, feeling a little less worthy than you did before. I am just so fucking tired for apologizing for being myself. I feel like I'm saying 'I'm sorry for being real'.

It's not crazy, it's pathetic.

So stop.