The Pedophile Huntress

Spending too much time finding my faults, and not enough time looking for my positive attributes.

Judging every little thing that I do, not with love but the scope of narrow mindedness.

Pretending that some day I will be something different, has been the theme of many wasted afternoons.

I am who I am.

I have good. I have bad.

I will always be me. And, that’s more than okay.

All the years of my life — it is well with my soul.

I’m not willing to let perfectionist goals ruin my day.