I don't believe in fine lines. I don't believe in limits. There is no straw that breaks a camel's back. Everything is gradual. That said, there is a balance that must be maintained. One between recognizing flaws in oneself and hating oneself, between respecting oneself and worshiping oneself, maintaining a unique identity and being pretentious, between friendship and adoration.
Yes, we must love ourselves, but we are not immune to criticism. "It's okay to be different!" We're told as children, and then we grow up trying too hard to be. If I were to believe only myself, I would be the ultimate narcissist. If I were to listen to only myself, I would be the ultimate narcissist.
In the spring of 10th grade, I received my reality check. I realized that I wasn't a genius. I realized that I wasn't some god sent down among the mortals to show the world how lacking in wisdom and profundity it is. We're all works in progress, and to think that we have reached our potential is intellectual arrogance and pretension.
So I try not to brag about being different. I try not to complain about problems that I know everyone else has.
Titles are worthless unless they are earned.

Been a while. Life is still life. But I'm loving life.

Sometimes I brag about my intelligence like it was something I earned. I'm only a teenager; I'm still ignorant. Everyone's born ignorant. Stupidity is a silly thing to hate. It's like cognitive racism.

I've been lazy since school started.

Sometimes I ignore my problems. Sometimes I forget them. But they always weasel into parts of my life I don't want them in. But that's my fault, hmm?

Why are mentally healthy and well-adjusted people portrayed as squares and conformists? The protagonist is so often an insecure child while the antagonists are confident and self-assured. Why? Self-pity is narcissism disguised as depth.

School's looking to be tough. But this year is looking to be a good one.