10 Years Ago

5:48 PM

To be perfect, would just be a fantasy. I know that I am far from that; always have been. But I also know that I do not deserve to be punished for who I was, because I am no longer that person. I am no longer the person who lies about every little thing, nor am I the person who makes up stories and convinces everyone to believe them. That person is long gone, buried in the shadows in the depths of my messed up brain. No, I do not want to bring that person out ever again. She doesn’t deserve to see the light for all the things she had caused. But then, I wouldn’t be the better person I am today if it wasn’t for her mistakes. I know I am still far from being the best version of myself, and I am still a miserable human being today. But I am way better than who I was last week, let alone ten years ago. I do not deserve to be hated on by the things I did when I was nine years old. Therefore, I do not deserve to be judged based on the lies I told when I was ten. That girl—she grew up. And she’s not perfect, I know. But to be perfect, would just be a fantasy.