At the age of 18 we have the right to be whoever we want to be.
Nevertheless, at the end of the day I will always choose to be myself - messy, chaotic, in love with the idea of love, weird... me.
Embracing my flaws, touching every single wound with forgiveness, kissing the night with gratitude and realising that all I need is what I have. And that's enough.
And that's okay.
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