Jeez, this thing just kicks right off with a positive, huh?
I am sitting here trying to think of what I hate about myself. How conceited is it to say I don't hate anything? I am completely content with myself as far as looks go - call me crazy, but I don't see a point in wishing I was something I'm just not.
I think I am smart enough, although I am slightly scatterbrained. I am also extremely random and kind of quirky. I don't mind. Although sometimes I question how my mind goes from Point A to Point B, I accept my craziness and often embrace it.
If there is one thing I wish I had a better grasp on, it's my inability to give up on people. I always give everyone the benefit of the doubt - this time they will do better, this time I won't get hurt. Don't get me wrong, I'm not this way with everyone - I have a very small selection of people that I will never let go of; I will never give up on. Like my cousin, Jamie, for example. This girl is a trainwreck at her best. But I love her, and I know she can be better and do better. So I will continue to help her in any way I can. I just love her, and I want to see her succeed.
Sometimes this problem is an okay one to have, but other times I wind up seriously hurt. Of course, I haven't really been hurt in just over four years (knock on wood), so maybe I am getting better about this quality.