Hmm, other shit..
Sam was talking about me to Heather - saying I'm mad into drugs and shit. What the fuck? Uhm, news flash, I'm not. I barelyyyyy even smoke anymore. I don't want to smoke anymore. And I've hardly done any drugs other than that. I was never addicted to anything except weed, and I fuckin' dropped that shit. I don't know, that shit just pissed me off. How the fuck would she even know, yknow? She hardly hangs out with me. That shit really ground my gears.
Buuuuuuuuuuut I'm not going to let myself get any more worked up than I already have. I'm really learning not to care so much what people think of me - I am who I am, there's really no changing it. I'm not going to push aside my own wants to keep someone else happy. It's not selfish - it's just the way life is. You are the only person you can really honestly 100% put your trust into. You know your deepest and darkest secrets - and if you choose to tell them, then you trust yourself that that is the right decision.
I've realized that I need to make myself happy before I can make anyone else happy. If I don't love myself, how can I love other people? If I can't take care of myself, how can I take care of other people? I can't. Simple as that.
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