I admit it. I'd made some mistakes.
Okay, some big mistakes. Loads of them.
But you can't hide in your room forever feeling sorry for yourself.
It's not practical.
At some point, you've got to get back out there,
face up to things, and confront your demons.
Ever since I can remember, I'd wanted to be clever.
Some people are born clever,
same way some people are born beautiful.
I'm not one of those people.
I'm going to have to work at it, put in the effort,
and if I mess it up, I'll learn from it.
Besides, sometimes it's not about knowing the right answer.
Sometimes it's about asking the right questions.