Update

Reading my journal entry from last night & I don´t know what to think about it. 
I can relate to it, and, at the same time, I can´t.
It´s part of the general frustration surrounding my life that I can´t think "What I did/said/wrote was good".
Instead, there´s this nagging voice in my head that keeps telling me I´m not allowed to generally feel okay about things regarding myself, let it be character or appearance wise.
I feel like I´ll never be able to accept me as a person.