I thought I wanted to see the world, but I don't like traveling. I prefer my own home.
I thought I liked science fiction books, but now I realize I enjoy romantic novels the most.
I thought I was special, a genius or something. But now I see that I'm below average.
I thought I was going to have an actual love life in university. But now I know, love isn't something that happens just because I want it to. Love happens unexpectedly. And just because I haven't found love yet doesn't mean I will find one in future. I've realized that not fitting into beauty standards means I don't deserve love.
Yes, I know what I've said.
