Really, Mallory?

Often, I complain about the bad events that occur in my life.

"maaaan, school is so lame.  i just wanna stay home."

"i am so scared for *insert anything here*."

"i don't like high school."

"i wish i was a better swimmer."

"what if I can't swim at the college i go to?"

"i regret *insert something*."

"WHY IS SHE DOING THIS? DOES SHE HATE ME?!"

"WHY DOES SHE HAVE BAD POSTURE?!"

"HE NEEDS TO FIX HIS SWIMMING TECHNIQUE IT REALLY BOTHERS ME."

"I FEEL AWKWARD."

"WHY IS HE A JERK TO ME."

"WHY DO I SAY THE STUPIDEST THINGS?!"

"I WISH I WAS ON THE BEACH."

I find myself scared of life, or just angry with it.

Afraid to become mentally stronger through trials.  (as in emotionally and socially).

I get angry with so much.  

I am afraid people don't like me.  

That's right.

I put my flaws right out there.  For you to read.

Because I am going to conquer them.

Every day, I become a stronger person.  

A mentally capable, strong, smart, and confident young woman.

-FEARLESS MALLORY