I've never been good at coloring in between the lines.

Because I leave no space in between these lines that are made,

When the blade molests my skin.

There's been a certain darkness surrounding my life as of late.

Did I ask for it? No.

Do I deserve it? Well, that's not for me to decide.

But do I live with it? Yes.

Why? Because days are going to get better.

Someday, somehow.

There's been a certain darkness surrounding my life as of late.

And I've found there's only one thing to do with that darkness:

Shine in it.

I'm the poster child for self hatred.

My calendar's constantly booked with things like "Sit and Hate Myself" and "Live Tweet How Terrible My Life Is."

I'm an advocate for not having enough self confidence.

I'm a member of the Missed Opportunity Club.

And next week I'm the keynote speaker at the "Nothing is Going Right in My Life and it Never Will" Conference.

And the worst part about all of this is:


I have all these accolades and you still won't notice me.......

Life sure is a bitter pill.

But instead of attempting to swallow it.

I'm straight up ******* choking on it.

I’ve been told I need to be a bit more confident in my life.

And boy, ain’t that the gospel ******* truth?

My whole life I’ve been afraid of pretty much everything.

Doctor’s offices, monsters, the dark, strangers, death, sickness, spiders,
Basically everything.

But, alas, I’ve been told I need to be more confident.

Is it really that easy?

Is it really that easy to look at myself in the mirror and not hate the image looking back?
Is it really easy to live a healthy life and not be afraid of diseases or death?
Is it really easy to tell the girl I like that I like her and not be afraid of her response?

Of course it is.

But all I need is a little more confidence.
Because in my life, I have none.

I’m overweight.
I don’t particularly like the way I look.
And I’ve never had a girl.
But why am I writing about all of this instead of saying it to everyone’s faces?

Well, because I always feel most confident when I am writing.