So what?

So what if I'm sick?

I'm fucked up, with a fucked up sense of reality, with a fucked up self image, with fucked up memories and fucked up dreams.

So what if I'm full of YOU- all of those fine ghosts I let slip between my cracks and taint me? So what?

I'm still me. I'm the me that those things have created. I'm not pieces of people and pieces of myself. I AM COMPLETE. I AM AWARE AS MYSELF, AND NOT AS DANIEL, OR MICHAEL, OR NAOMI.

I am a single entity, and I'm in control. I am my own god damned deity, in control of my own actions.

And I choose to be stronger than this. I choose to see myself as a person.

I choose to let myself be okay.

I choose to accept my current situation.

I choose to accept that I'm fucking scared.

I choose to accept that I'm not perfect.

I choose to accept that I need help sometimes.

I choose to accept that sometimes, I cannot be there for others.

I CHOOSE TO ACCEPT THAT I AM WORTHY OF LOVE, BECAUSE I AM.

I AM WORTHY OF SELF-IMPORTANCE. I AM WORTHY OF CARE, AND PAMPERING. I AM GOOD ENOUGH, DESPITE MY FLAWS.

I'm so scared. I'm so frightened of losing this, losing everything that I have, everything that I have come to love, everything that I have accomplished- to this feeling of worthlessness- this feeling that I am too flawed and fucked up to deserve this.

Please, please.

I choose to be strong.

I choose to be strong.

I choose to be okay.

I choose to be okay.