Imperfectionist

God did not write a plan for me

The people who don’t judge every word coming out of your mouth. People who understand what it’s like to be stuck. People who don’t discuss you the minute you leave. The people who quietly welcome you and make your presence feel wanted. People you can be confused with. People whose words don’t leave you confused the moment you leave the room. Those are the people you should never stop looking for, those are the people you should hope to become.

I stopped waiting for god’s plan since the moment I wondered whether I even deserve it.

Oh how I wish God had been a little kind to me..

It’s unbearable. Watching every person you know excel in everything they touch is unsettling. It’s not jealousy, not ‘why do they have it and I dont’. But rather the constant reminder that I probably don’t deserve the happiness everyone else got their plates full of. It’s the realisation of what I’ve always run away from, bad things happen to bad people.

Let curiosity get the best of you

In building a future to be proud of, don’t forget the self that first dared to begin.

I can be my own Prince Charming