So. Recently. I took steps in my life to make it about me. Not in a “Fuck what everyone else thinks” kinda way. But a “if you don’t like it, that isn’t my pro...” Yeah okay, it’s a fuck what everyone else thinks kinda way. I took control of my life. Stopped living it to appease others. Stopped doing what everyone scripted for me. I let myself fall in love. I quit my job. I started my own business. I did my own thing, because it was for me. I’m aware of all the shit being said about me on social media. Nobody has thought to ask me “Hey Jack, we just read about what you did. But did you actually do it? We just raged about you in reply, and favourited the tweets and FB status’ - but what’s your story?” To say that I give zero fucks would be to tell a lie. It hurt. It hurt that I did no wrong, and ended up being made to look a complete cunt for my effort. It hurt that people I thought I could trust (as far as social media goes) turned out to be as dense as they are - my judgement of characters is clearly not up to scratch. Again, there’s me being selfish. Lel. At the end of the day though, I have a girlfriend you can only dream of having (or being, delete as applicable), I have a career that people dream of having, I have a chance to lead a pretty incredible life. On the back, hilariously enough, of being selfish. The irony is delicious.