“You are never good enough. Enough pretty. Enough smart. Enough nice. Enough brunette. Enough clear. None of these. What the hell? I will stop worrying about it.
Instead I will start doing what I like, careless of others’ opinions.
Like, I am actually stuck at the bus stop, writing on a piece of paper this actual post because I just got inspired. People could judge it weird but I finally don’t care, which is not so easy as saying it.”