I'm still not good enough. I almost never seem to be. And it doesn't help that I'm painfully aware of how naive I am despite desperately trying to get a grip on the whole idea of life itself. It doesn't matter what the world thinks, or so I tell myself. The heart knows its woes that the mind doesn't. And for that reason don't be afraid to feel the things you feel. But it's excruciating to know that undeniably, it boils down to weakness. Grow up mag.