Only when we accept the fact that the world is never exactly as we see it through our individual lens of perception will we be able to accept ourselves or the mystery that is life itself.
The thing about me is _ essentially, I__ a coward.I am. I can__ stand weird stuff, anything that__ not normal. [_]I__ a coward, and I__e faced it, and I__e learn to accept it. And I__ okay with that, as long as nothing happens so I have to start feeling ashamed about it, or guilty.I don__ think my parents know this about me. [_]But the other thing is, I just hate it when people are disappointed in me.
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The thing about me is _ essentially, I__ a coward.I am. I can__ stand weird stuff, anything that__ not normal. [_]I__ a coward, and I__e faced it, and I__e learn to accept it. And I__ okay with that, as long as nothing happens so I have to start feeling ashamed about it, or guilty.I don__ think my parents know this about me. [_]But the other thing is, I just hate it when people are disappointed in me.
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