Last night I realized that I had lost sight of myself.

I do that. Of all the bad habits I could possibly have, it is by far the worst. I let other people change the way I think of myself, and it's never for the better. It's taken me so long to come to terms with who I am, to actually LIKE myself without second thoughts and a multitude of self doubts. It's taken me so long to reach that point, and it's still a fairly fragile truce between my mind and my heart. Therefore, the peace is-unfortunately-easily shattered. But I've always been good with picking up the pieces and gluing myself back together. All it takes is one second of clarity, one moment of knowing that I am better than how I'm letting myself be treated. I deserve better than simple carelessness and casual dismissal.

There is nothing simple or casual about me.

If I have to be someone's mistake, at least I know that I'm a beautiful one.

It's fitting that it's raining today. Makes it seem like maybe the universe is washing away all the things I've been feeling lately. Life goes on.