Why Don't You Get The Fuck Out Of My Face...NOOOWWWW!!!!
Sitting here, doing the same thing I was doing in 2011, when I thought my life was over. Smoking Pall Mall cigarettes, sitting on my bed, listening to tunes, and writing out these thoughts that give birth to feelings. Feelings feelings feelings. They spoke louder than my thoughts ever did.
Tomorrow is the first day of my Sophomore year. I'm really excited, because I get to be back in the 'buzz' and get to build on my knowledge that I'm going to use one day for some sort of career, I haven't decided yet. I know from last year that people pissed me off, but thankfully, I've accumulated the ability to ignore them and turn a dark situation into a bright one. I'm excited about my classes and my teachers more than I should be. I'm proud of myself.
I feel like a new beginning all over again. I love that feeling. Like a small drop of water that splashes and leaves a permanent sputter of sure accomplishment. "Confidence is a stain they can't wipe off." -Lil Wayne
I'm done with my past, or at least I really want to be. I'll always have these memories and occasional throw backs, but I know that it can't hold me down any longer. I'm in a better place than I once was and nothing's going to touch me here. I'm on a never ending high.
Fuck shit talkers. Fuck those from my past who stabbed me in the back. Fuck everyone who thinks I'm not capable of anything. Fuck opinions and most of all, FUCK THE BULLSHIT. I'm going my way, and the rest is whatever.
Huge shoutout to those of you who are facing a battle right now. Keep your head up.