I keep forgetting I have this blog, and then when I start to read about some of the things I've written, I chuckle to myself over how I handled them: both poorly and well.
Because I have come to accept that I am a flawed human. I know I'm not going to always make the right decision, but I am going to accept that I am responsible for my own actions, and I will make the best out of any given situation.
After years of self loathing and self abuse, I have come to terms with my flaws and faults.
Am I better person because of it?
Right now? No.
Give me a few years to understand how to relate to people again, and I'm sure I'll get better at it.
For now, just being able to accept myself for being me? That's the most important thing.