I came into this year thinking I was undeserving. Undeserving of everything I had on my plate. My friends, my family, school, positions, roles, everything. And here I am today, looking back and thinking how foolish and out of character it was for me. I’ve worked hard. And maybe it hasn’t shown through my efforts, or maybe I haven’t received the credit I deserved, but I did work. And as long as I know that I have what I at least deserve, and maybe even more, then that’s good enough for me.
I hate being my parent’s liability. I just want to get a job on my own, without the help of my parents, to make my own money and buy my own things and treat myself well so I can say that I’m doing it myself without anyone’s help. That is all.