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My tower of self-esteem collapsed at the base, it's own feet. I caved in to my sorrow. Whoever I thought I was, wasn't good enough. I found out the truth about myself. The truth was, I was an ordinary bitch. The kind people would overlook. The mousy-at-first, loud-and-ratchet-once-you-get-to-know-her kind of girl. I did not like that. This boy I had the deepest feelings for, stood me up in the middle of our fling and left me hanging, because he realized what I really was. I was beyond broken when I learned the truth about me. Just because I was a little over-the-top, because I was over-enthusiastic about small things, mischievous, dramatic and a little bit crazy? Because I liked to yell out in joy? Because I cry over little things? I re-evaluated my life. What made me who I was? The actions I performed in the past did. And those actions were influenced by my surroundings. And how could I have helped that? I didn't choose to grow up the way I was. My parents chose that. And how could I put my parents to blame? They've done all they could for me. It would seem inconceivably selfish and unfair if I turn on them for molding me into who I was, for they work so hard everyday to give me a comfortable upbringing. They seem to love me for who I am even though society doesn't. And isn't that all that matters? Those who love you for who you truly are, are the people that count. And you shouldn't change yourself, because it isn't really for the better. Unless, of course, you're some seriously stuck up whore. Then by all means, transform yourself, please. But other than that, accept yourself, and only find slight improvements if you need to. We don't need to fit in with society, we just need to fit in with ourselves. Society should be the one who should accept us as they way we are, instead of us trying to accept society's standards.