I’m so grateful.
For my family, for the people who love me and want to stay in my life, for the people who recently drifted so far out of my life that they didn’t have the decency to wish me “happy birthday”. I’m mostly grateful for everything I have learned and come to realize in the last 3-4 months.
I don’t care that you didn’t wish me a happy birthday.
I care that you never said you’re sorry.
I’ve realized that the people who don’t fess up to what they’ve done and the people who won’t make time to keep you in their lives don’t actually deserve to be in yours. Regardless of how much you THINK you care about them and how much you THOUGHT they cared about you. None of it matters. If you can’t call them up at 2 in the morning and actually get them to pick up the damn phone to say hello, Good Riddance.
Is it wrong that I’m excited to finish school so I can go to the gym all the time and start seeing myself as the person I see in my mind?
I didn’t think so.
Also, I’m fucking awesome.
And so are my friends.
And I’m 21 and I can’t wait to get a drink with my professors on friday.
STAY BEAUTIFUL. <3