Life’s too short to be sad.
Looking back, I hate the way I was only 8 months ago. A lot has changed. Struggles have come, and knowledge has been my sword. Although these travails have not been of pleasure, I wouldn’t exchange them for anything. The most beautiful trees go through the roughest winters and the most energy is found in the least desirable foods. Life is set in chapters. Each contains its own lessons, and each changes you in a certain aspect. They say that the most powerful feelings are love, hate, envy, etc., but they’re all wrong. The most powerful feeling is that one that eats your stomach faster than a virus and changes your life withen a day. That feeling which destroys your ideology and rapidly constructs a new, improved one. Regret. The worse your struggles get, the more regret you’re likely to feel. I don’t even know why I’m going on like this. I was just going to post something like this to twitter, but then it became so personal (and over 140 characters). Like I said, life is set in chapters. But the one that had the most regrets and struggles for me, was chapter 6…
It’s just not fair, yunno?
I wish everyone had the same skin color.
I’ve had enough.
And so it begins.
I love how everyone who treated me like trash before are doing horrible in life now.