_’Everything’s wrong, Everything’s wrong, Everything’s wrong,’_

I repeat to myself over and over again.

Could my life be more embarrassing?

Yes.

I was an embarrassment to everyone.

I'm a mess.

An idiotic, embarrassing, mess.

But it’s fine, I tell myself.

I'm human.

We make mistakes.

Unfortunately, it's going to happen again.

And I'm going to feel the same.

As long as I tell myself this.

_’I’m not perfect, and I never will be._

_‘I am human._

_‘I make mistakes again and again._

_‘But it’s normal._

_‘And it’s ok._

_‘Besides,_

_‘I’m doing the things I love._

_‘I want to be complete,_

_‘Not perfect.’_