Growing up.
Is all I can say. I didn't think that I would have made it to a point where I can stand tall and say "when I was growing up." Hell, I couldn't even see light at the end of the damn tunnel nor did I think that I would have lived to prosper.

I thought that my stubborn, stuck-up, diffident self would have dropped dead years ago.
Sorry to call a spade a spade but it's true.

I couldn't see  clearly into a bright future because I always looked through a spyglass that was only made to see the pessimistic aspects.

I always thought that the ' pretty group of girls' rejected me because I ruined their image. I thought that my parent's wanted me to succeed for their benefit.
I knew that guy's liked girls but I didn't think that they would just use them, and still somehow make themselves look like the victim.

My reflection made me cringe. My thoughts always made me cry. My insecurities kept me up at night. My isolation made me persevere.

And I thought that 'he' only showed admiration for me because he was trying to make me feel better about myself.

But now I know, everything happened for a reason.