you know my whole life i wasted it on being sad. i remember being sad for 3 years straight. i remember my teens, being sad. I remember being sad because someone didn’t like me. and im tired of that shit. i mean, why do i even exist just to automatically be negative all the time? there’s something else that is better out there that i am not focusing on. you know, ever since I practically told myself that whoever brought me into this world, this life that I live right now. that I should show them in return, that I could make this life worth living.