Rebirth
Deep breath and here we go.
If you want positive outcomes you have to be in a positive atmosphere.
That's the lesson of the day, folks. And God-be-damned if it didn't take me long enough to learn that. Honestly, I think, this time, it'll definitely work out. I seriously have a good feeling about it. It's not just that hit-and-miss sort of thing, it's an it will work thing.
So, how I came to this conclusion: I did some soul searching, learned that I am someones verbal punching bag, and something had to break. Enough of that sissy shit, though; I'm almost 17 and I have better things (way more significant, at the very least) to worry about. It's called college, and if I don't do good this year and study hard for my SAT, it just won't work out. No joke.
This marks an end for caring about people who won't even care enough to tell me if they feel I'm doing something wrong. I need to figure out who my friends are and who is a fake. I need to end this indecisiveness here and now, before I care about it a minute more. You know what, scratch that. I don't care. I haven't cared for a while.
I'm happy now! God fucking dammit, I'm happy. Happy. Happy. Happy. Happy times a fucking infinite million trillion times over. And that doesn't make any fucking sense, but I don't care because it's true. God fucking dammit.
Whoa, that was way more exhilarating than I thought it would be.
So, scratch self-discovery. The goals for the end of 2007 through forever: live life how I see it, and, if I make a mistake, apologize, learn, and move on.
Yeah, I feel better.
If you want positive outcomes you have to be in a positive atmosphere.
That's the lesson of the day, folks. And God-be-damned if it didn't take me long enough to learn that. Honestly, I think, this time, it'll definitely work out. I seriously have a good feeling about it. It's not just that hit-and-miss sort of thing, it's an it will work thing.
So, how I came to this conclusion: I did some soul searching, learned that I am someones verbal punching bag, and something had to break. Enough of that sissy shit, though; I'm almost 17 and I have better things (way more significant, at the very least) to worry about. It's called college, and if I don't do good this year and study hard for my SAT, it just won't work out. No joke.
This marks an end for caring about people who won't even care enough to tell me if they feel I'm doing something wrong. I need to figure out who my friends are and who is a fake. I need to end this indecisiveness here and now, before I care about it a minute more. You know what, scratch that. I don't care. I haven't cared for a while.
I'm happy now! God fucking dammit, I'm happy. Happy. Happy. Happy. Happy times a fucking infinite million trillion times over. And that doesn't make any fucking sense, but I don't care because it's true. God fucking dammit.
Whoa, that was way more exhilarating than I thought it would be.
So, scratch self-discovery. The goals for the end of 2007 through forever: live life how I see it, and, if I make a mistake, apologize, learn, and move on.
Yeah, I feel better.