Sometimes, as I sit here in the darkness of my room, I reflect on my life. Have I become what I wanted to become. Are my parents/siblings/friends proud of me like I hope they would be? What could I have done differently?

I also think about how I could improve myself. No one is perfect, but you can try to be. I don’t want to be perfect, but I want to be accepted. So I’ll continue to sit here thinking about how I can improve myself, for my family, and for my friends.