Im pretty much sick of my mom bringing me down. Im sick of people making me feel as if im so incompetant to ever be good enough for somebody. Yeah, Im a wreck, really. My room never stays clean. Im a slob. Im unorganized. I'd rather lay around then go out. I dont try to hard. Im not extraordinarally attractive. I have flaws, and imperfections. And usually I'd be perfectlly fine with that. But i guess... I guess im just scared. What if my imperfections never improve? What if im always going to be a bad cook, and a procrastinator. Ive been trying all my life to be something worth loving. Ive been trying all my life just to hold up to the standards ive set for myself. All i know, is that there are things i want to change. Things im attempting to change right now. Im rude, sarcastic and a smart ass. but these are things i embrace. As for, my laziness and lack of organization. These are things im working on. "Find out who you are, and do it on purpose."