all right, no more miss whinypants.
so he tore me to shreds. after this number of occasions, i should be used to it by now. so why should i let it keep me down? sure, i'm never going to fully get over it and i have to accept that. i have to take account for my mistakes and cut my losses and accept that there's no way to go back and do it over the "right" way. i have to make a conscious choice to let my current state be a catalyst to recreating myself. i am going to start from the bottom up and the new me will have a completely new look, and be healthier, stronger, faster, smarter, more determined, and so successful that it'll shock everyone who knew the little acquiescent small-town me. if i can't do anything to fix us, then i'm just going to have to do it for me. my friends are right, i'm stronger than this. God as my witness, i will be someone to reckon with. someone to take pride in. someone bigger than my current world, bigger than my past, bigger than all this pain. just watch me. your jaw will drop so hard, it might break on the sidewalk.