This weekend changed everything. It made me realize who I was and what I want to do. The worlds bigger than I realized and things are different everywhere. Time to get out of here before it’s too late. So long and fuck you.
I’m glad I’ve made up my mind about you. I don’t know why I do this to myself. There are dozens of things I don’t like about you and yet I kept you around for the five things I did like even though it hurt. Fuck that. I also hate the fact that it’s so hard to be proud of myself for anything because I don’t want to seem cocky. For just once I want to do the things I want to do without worrying about every little thing. Confidence is easier said than done. I don’t want to feel like there’s something wrong with me if I just want to feel wanted. I don’t want to have to feel any type of way for anyone else ever again.
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