Sometimes I feel so envious of people that can just live their lives and act like themselves all the time. I’m from a brown household so when I see people dancing in their events and having the time of their lives not worrying about thinking of what might that person think, or oh what if they make fun of me or anything like that, all I can do is look at them with awe. 

Today was especially difficult. I kept thinking, when would this be me. When would I finally be at this stage where I’m carefree? It’s difficult to not lose hope, but I know I’ll get there one day