Like last week’s, I wrote the next few entries over a year ago and back then got bogged down thinking about where to start.

When you scrutinize your past, what are the boundaries — where do we stop asking questions about who we are?

Eventually I realized looking backwards was pointless — because successful self-discovery means accepting responsibility for my imperfections, instead of blaming the past for teaching me poor habits.

Besides, accepting my self is more important than understanding it. That’s why my story will begin and end with me alone.