I want to be a better person, I really do. I honestly don’t think it’s fair that some people are just born nice
So basically, I’m a failure.
I thought I had it all figured out. This whole thing that happened to me, the whole crazy year, the trials and nisyonos and feeling broken, over and over, I thought I had grown through it all.
That I would look back one day and be all like, “Mhhm, was losing my ability to dance tough? Well, sure, but I became the amazing person I am today because of it,” and everyone would be all like, “Oh, she’s sooo inspiring.”
’Kay, so add delusional to my list of faults. But still, I really thought I had changed. No, I had felt myself change. My mind was open to noticing others and their needs, it was like getting peripheral vision for the first time; suddenly I saw those around me and not just my goals ahead.
But after what Goldie told me… she’d basically said I’m a thankless spoiled brat and I brought all the bad feeling in the house onto myself.
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