What a difference a day makes…
Forget the pretty sparkly things. Forget the fancy toys, the cute distractions, the shiny bits and pieces. All I want for my birthday is to be good enough.
I’m tired of being too smart, too dumb, too awesome, too edgy, too heartless, too intense, too sad, too brazen, too clever for my own good. I’m none of those things, I’m just me… flawed and fucked up, but willing to put in the effort and try to be better.
