To Come Alive Again
Hi - So I post on this every time my perspective has changed. So tonight is one of those nights. I don’t know why, but Selena Gomez’s song has got me to think. Okay really it’s not a thoughtful song, but it’shot as fuck. Good For You! - Damn.
Anyway, I’ve been definitely doing this thing where I’m independent and on my own. And ask me a year ago, I would’ve been a hot mess. But fuck, I love this. I love everything about it. I like being on my own and having time to do shit like this and work on projects and meditate and pray and find regimens to be fit. I think I’m perfect as I am. I am always craving for being better than me. Never for a second comparing myself to any other human being. I love it. I am a beautiful person as I am, because my creator made me so wonderfully sculpted. And you know what, from here on forth I want to do everything in my being to maintain my amazing-ness. Why would I surround myself by anything less. So yes, if you come into my life and fuck with my good vibes, I won’t take it. So yes, if you call me anything less than what I have exceedingly placed for myself, bye.
And yes, if you make me feel worse than I feel about myself or anywhere close to that, fuck you. I can do so much better. Even if that means not having as many friends. It’s coo. I LOVE ME. I love me, with my ridiculously high expectations of life and my unrealistically optimistic views of how to tackle life. Yes. I love it. I love that I believe in anything bigger than me, including the universe, God and magic. I am a miracle, why wouldn’t I believe in pixie dust and harry potter and the fact that I have a super gorgeous man waiting for me at the end of the tunnel called me future?
So YES. That is me. And I don't fuck with anyone who doesn’t give a fuck about my beliefs, or at least respects them.














