One day, I hope to be enough. Not for you. Not for anyone else. I’m always f****** doing things for other people. As much as I want them to be happy, I want to be enough for myself. I’ve realized recently that living to satisfy others’ expectations of you just makes you hate yourself because you know deep down it’s not what you really want. Even if the whole world is against me – even if no one else understands it but me – as long as it’s enough for me I can say that I’ve lived. My life is mine and mine alone and I’ve wasted too many years suppressing my dreams. I want to chase them and I want to be happy and I want it all to be for my sake. I’ve never been a selfish person, but just this one time – just this once, please let me live how I want. For I so desperately want to be free.