And the funny thing is, i shouldn’t have to tell you that. You should already know you’re fucking amazing. You don’t need me to tell you that, and you sure as fuck don’t need anybody else or the internet to tell you that. You should wake up every morning, roll out of bed, look into the mirror and say that shit and actually believe it.
I don’t know why we hold on to the notion that we’re not worth anything, let alone good enough unless somebody else tells us we are. Fuck that shit. Why do i have to have validation of my amazingness from some random ass person who hasn’t even seen ⅛ th of my fucking worth? I’ve seen my ass every single day for the last twenty-seven years, i think i should know myself more than that shit head.
I get it, you want to be romanced and feel the worth of yourself being resinated by somebody else. You want to John Hughes that shit up. I understand, i’m right with you, man. But i’m not putting all of my worth into one person coming along to say to me, “hey you, broad with the red hair, you got hella worth.” I’ll tell myself every day that my ass is worth a lot and whoever i let cash all this shit in is one lucky motherfucker.
Be happy with yourself. If there is anything that i would wish for other than getting to have sex with Ryan Gosling or being adopted by Beyoncé & Jigga, it would be that you’d wake the fuck up and realize how amazingly fucking awesome you are. That even in your most darkest of days, me and Albus Dumbledore knows theres always a speck of light in there. And yeah, you’ll have shitty days. You’ll have days where you’re going to feel like an Oger in a Disneyland riddled with Barbies. But realize that once you finally get that you’re the most beautiful creature in the goddamn universe because you actually love yourself first, you’ll say, “fuck those Disneyland Barbies. This oger got their shit together, somebody tell Beyoncé to call me.” Okay, i have no idea what you’ll say when you reach that conclusion, but you get where i’m coming from.
Just don’t waste your time thinking you’re not somebody of importance because nobody has told you that you’re important. You are. You’re somebody, and its about fucking time you told yourself that you are too.
You’re fucking amazing. Now go tell that to yourself in the mirror.