congratulations on your worst enemy
Casualty brings out the best and worst in people. When I’m feeling carefree, I’m highly unmotivated, lazy, unhealthy, cheerful, easygoing, and so on. I’m also one of the biggest pushover little girls ever – there are plenty of times I’ve been steamrollered into doing something I definitely did not want to do other than to please someone else.
But yesterday night, a bombshell dropped. I received the biggest and most offensive “fuck you” in the face, which was not only considerably way too soon of an attack, but it was also publicly posted as further disgust. I was so shocked I had to deactivate Facebook (probably a good idea in the face of exams anyways), and spend the next very lonely hours chatting to good friends to try and return to sanity. I went to sleep with a haunted mind. It was such an incredibly dumb and inconsiderate action.
Well, congratulations. I’ve forgotten how good it feels to be the old me: competitive, motivated, and woken up from the last several months of a happy but rather unfulfilling daze. Fuck meat, I’m turning vegetarian like I’ve always wanted to do. I’ll be in complete control of my own finances, I’m going to eat healthy, I’m going to get fit, I’m going to hang out with people that I love and those who like me (this I’ll need to work on a little bit more), and every other time spot available I’m going to study my ass off. Christmas time is the best time to show how much fucking willpower I have. I’ll be hitting the slopes as much as I can, getting started on future video photography skills, and expanding horizons with film photography. Hell, if I have time I’ll start creating an architecture portfolio for February. I’ve got plenty of things to do to make me a better person, and now you’ve lit a fire underneath me. My compliments to you – I hate your dick move. Now watch out for mine.
