I’m tired of you leading me on. So the next time you text, the response you get from me will be this:

“Sorry, but the person you are trying to reach does not receive message from pre-pubescent boys. Feel free to try again when you have the balls to treat women with the respect they deserve. Thank you and have a great day.”

Ugh…some people just really piss me off.

Standing up for what I love:

“I love something, and I’m going to tell the world I love it, and if you dismiss me for that, it just shows that my love is greater than your scorn. In fact, the more you hate what I love, the more you deride it, the cooler I become. My love is so strong that your disdain means nothing to me. The  more you scoff, the stronger I get. I know who I am. I know the beauty I see, and nothing in the world can stop me from singing out that truth with my life. Nothing you can do about it. I like it and I’m not supposed to. I like it, in part, because I’m not supposed to. I have reached coolness by walking in the other direction so far that I went around the world and hit the other side.”

There comes a time when you must question yourself. Question whether you made the right decision. To question that if you did in fact make the wrong decision, what you are going to do to fix or change things.

I do not regret the decisions I have made. Without the choices of my past I would not be the person I am today. Instead of questioning my past, I chose to question my present and my future. Today I am taking my future in my hands and am acting on it. Tomorrow my life changes for good. 

Today is the end of one chapter,

and the beginning of another.