Allll smiles.

I love my life.
I love my friends.
I love dance.
I love God.
I love being happy. (:

'Cause I've worked way too hard to be brushed off just yet.

The way I see it, I'm completely satisfied with the person I am. I've grown up a lot in the past year, particularly in the past few months, and learned that I can't please everyone. As far as that goes, I think I do still sometimes try to please everyone. It's just another aspect of the perfectionism. But for so long, I let myself believe that if things don't go my way, it means that it's always because I'm not good enough. I guess I've gotten to know myself and my abilities, and now I know that not being good enough for you doesn't mean I'm not good enough. But I know that I can do better than you. And your standards. And your little consolation prizes. No, I have bigger things waiting for me outside of your doors. So it's whatever. Because I can do better than that. But hey, that's just the why I see it.