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I keep on thinking to myself, "I'm going to look back on all of this and think, 'Wow. Being seventeen was the hardest year of my life...'"
I get an immense amount of comfort from this thought... because sub-consciously, I recognize the fact that I'll survive this. Hasn't that been my motto for the last few months? Everything sucks, but I'm still
I get an immense amount of comfort from this thought... because sub-consciously, I recognize the fact that I'll survive this. Hasn't that been my motto for the last few months? Everything sucks, but I'm still
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17 was quite possibly the worst year of my life. I hated 17. Everything bad happened to me during that year, and I couldn't wait until I turned 18 and escaped 2003 forever. So, you're not alone. Yeah, everything sucks, but it's not enough to be alive. Anyone can be alive. It's that you're you and alive. You recognize what we all see--that there's something special in you, and that you've got strength. I don't have to worry about you making it or not because I know, you being you, you'll pull through. Seventeen will pass. So will eighteen. Before I know it, I'm going to be going out for drinks with a gorgeous woman that'll be the envy of everyone else in the room.
But I'm rambling. My point is that you're not alone. To cobble together two Red Green quotes: "Keep your stick on the ice. We're all in this together." ;)
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