At one point in my lifetime, i had a way with words. I was able to open up my brain and somehow make sense out of the bullshit that lives in there. I cant pinpoint the exact moment or event that made me loose this ability, but that was a talent that i was proud of. Because no matter who i was, or where i came from, or what i did to get there.. i could at least say something that’s worth listening to. It didn’t matter that im practically insane, or that i’m an anxious mess. It didn’t matter that i was weird, or that i can get annoying at times. People appreciated me just cause i could speak, and i didn’t give fuck who heard me, or what they heard me say, just that i was heard at all. High school REALLY fucked me up. No matter how many times i told myself that i wouldn’t let it get to me, i still ended up being someone that ACTUALLY gave a fuck about what people thought. Now i’m on the brink of THE FUCKING REAL WORLD. And i can honestly say i don’t know who i am. Whether i look confident and happy or not, im not. i may be happy, ill always be happy. no matter what, i find something out there that can make me smile, but what im REALLY looking for is me. Not me in the literal sense, but the me that never gave a damn FUCK what goes through other peoples heads.