a phoenix can only rise from ashes
sometimes, i have a hard time truly loving who i am. i want to be so much more. sometimes, i can accept it. i can accept the mediocracy and uncertainty. but when you’re looking into the face of someone who effortlessly has so much you want to be, it’s hard to be happy with yourself. a phoenix can only rise from ashes, but i haven’t been burnt yet. when will it come? do i want...