I’m going to live this year.

I want to just be able to let go.

I’ve felt so controlled by everyone for the last six months. As far as I’m concerned, the only people who can tell me how to be are me, and my parents. I need to break free from every other single person who holds me back, puts me down, and makes me lesser than what I am.

I will not spend all of my time at church. I fucking hate it there.

I’m going to be more than content by the end of this year. I will be pleased. I will turn into the fun, carefree, drama-free, big hearted, happy girl I once was. With my sailor’s mouth and all.

I’m a teenager, I’m going to act like one.

Anyone who begs to differ can suck my scrotum.

This was posted 2 years ago. Notes.