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I've been having one of those weeks. And really, I think that's all the explanation I need.
I am allowed to hate. I am allowed to sleep. I am allowed to change my mind. I am allowed to be alone. I am allowed to be social. I am allowed to not study. I am allowed to study. I am allowed to be vulnerable. I am allowed to be angry. I am allowed to be honest. I am allowed to be blunt. I am allowed to not care. I am allowed to care way too much. I am allowed to contradict myself. I am allowed to hate myself, sometimes. I am allowed to not diet. I am allowed to eat what I want, when I want. I am allowed to wear the same clothes all the time. I am allowed to be comfortable. I am allowed to say when it is that I am not comfortable. I am allowed to be tired. I am allowed to quit. I am allowed to keep going. I don't have to be perfect. I am allowed to read novels, even when I haven't done all my schoolwork. I am allowed to live off of black beans and rice, if that's what I want. I am allowed to laugh. I am allowed to forget. I am allowed to pretend that I'm okay. I am allowed to acknowledge that I'm not. I am allowed to breathe. I am allowed to complain. I'm allowed to sing, even if it's off key. I'm allowed to scream. I'm allowed to be happy. I am allowed to be me. |