I just realize something. I’m not comfortable in my own skin sometimes. And that’s ok, in a way. There are some people who just make me feel odd and strange, and I always look to myself as to why that is. Whatever I find, I realize everytime it doesn’t matter, because that’s just a small part of what defines me. Sometimes I’m uncomfortable in my skin, despite my best efforts. And for some reason, right now in life, that’s ok in my book.