Finding Myself (Epilogue)

I decided I no longer cared what the people around me thought. All throughout my life I had been struggling to find an answer to why I do things within myself. Such as the fact of why I’m not doing my assignments right now. Yet I let my mind wander to disjointed things. I always thought of myself as the last one to be accepted as something, the smartest, the prettiest, the funniest, the fittest, the least likely to get distracted by images of a really hot guy with a really hot body, yet again my mind wanders. I always knew I would never be any of these things, and for most of my life I fought the urge to take a running leap of a cliff for the hope that as I grew my life would change, that as I aged, I would somehow change who I was, what I was. To become a me I enjoyed looking at in the mirror every morning. Yet maybe, I may not find what I look in the mirror every morning to be the thing I wished for when I was younger, but it’s defiantly me.