I get upset sometimes. I feel unappreciated, not needed, obsolete. I’m not perfect, and neither is anyone else. It’s wrong of me to expect perfection from others when it’s impossible to attain.
I am unbelievably grateful for the people I have in my life. I have the most supportive and loving family a girl could ever ask for, friends who have proven time and again that they will never leave, and a boyfriend who I’m not only crazy in love with, but who I consider to be my bestfriend as well. I forget sometimes how blessed I am.