Music/title: You Used To Hold Me; Calvin Harris
“Fuck damnation, man!
We are God’s unwanted children?
SO BE IT!”
. . .
I go through a mind fuck of a childhood, and I think a single breakup is going to damage me forever? I’m better than that. I’m stronger than that. I didn’t go through all that shit to spend the rest of my life pinning over something I can’t have. There’s always something else. Something different. Something better that I can find and achieve for myself. I, of all people, should know this.
I would say that I’m done feeling sorry for myself, but I’m way past that point. I’m taking things now. I’m getting what I want, and I’m enjoying it. Fuck feeling regret. Fuck feeling guilt and judgement. When did it ever become a good idea to judge my own actions based on someone else’s standards?
If this is what I want, I’m goddamn doing it.
/ / /
“Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns. I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect. I say let… let’s evolve, let the chips fall where they may. “