My life never ceases to be a whirlwind of excitement and drama in some fashion or another. Two summers in a row were marred beyond repair, and yet, I have survived. That's what I've decided I am... a survivor. I've been to hell and back, and I think I'm finally at a place of comfort in who I am once again.
Karma is also a bitch. I paid my dues. I went through the bad times, sucked it up, dealt with my shit and it's finally paying off. I know I'm a lot different than I used to be, and I'm becoming more and more ok with that, because I can remember who I am.
I started to think my philosophy on people and life was wrong. I now think that I should always trust my beliefs. People do not change; they forget who they are. The difference is in whether they then remember who they are. Some will, some won't. I became the very epitome of the type of girl I hated, and could not figure out why. When I did, I was disgusted with myself. How could I allow myself to think that way, act that way, become that kind of person even? Furthermore, how was I to break free?
Thank God for my cousin. She helped a lot.
Yeah, some people will never remember who they are. The future will tell all. Despite the cloud cover, today is a good day. A VERY good day.
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