Less than a month ago, I was still in school. November 9th, I started my first full time job. November 11th I finished my last HSC exam. November 14th, I moved out of my parent's house.
Pretty full on, yeah? Emotional rollercoaster, yeah? I'm not complaining, I brought it on myself. I wanted to get on my feet and be independent as soon as I possibly could. It was a difficult week, comparable only to the week following. In all honesty, I don't know what got me through. M&ms and resisting the urge to emo all over Facebook probably helped though. By the end of the week, though, I was feeling a little more stable.
And now, nearly all sense of security is shattered.
Somehow, despite my careful planning and stubborn insistence that I couldn't do anything until the time was exactly right, and despite all my good intentions, I've been thrust headfirst into a bog of sticky dickery. In a situation where every single person is playing the emo victim card, I've finally come to one conclusion:
What the flying fuck do I have to lose?
So go ahead, wave around your "woe is me"'s and your "it's all your fault"'s. Hit me with your best "I hate myself because..." and drop as many "I'm treated like shit"'s as you want. You can't touch me, and I refuse to join in with your hopeless, pointless whinging when you certainly aren't doing anything to help yourself.
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. I'll work from the ground up, and wherever life takes me I'll go. Maybe it'll be someplace nice. But you can bet your arse I won't hit the bottom or let you screw me over without a fight. This "real world" isn't so scary when you decide to stop depending on other people and fight for yourself. Maybe if there was less senseless bitching and dramafagging and more positive, progressive action things would actually get better.
Broken mugs don't fix themselves.
Pretty full on, yeah? Emotional rollercoaster, yeah? I'm not complaining, I brought it on myself. I wanted to get on my feet and be independent as soon as I possibly could. It was a difficult week, comparable only to the week following. In all honesty, I don't know what got me through. M&ms and resisting the urge to emo all over Facebook probably helped though. By the end of the week, though, I was feeling a little more stable.
And now, nearly all sense of security is shattered.
Somehow, despite my careful planning and stubborn insistence that I couldn't do anything until the time was exactly right, and despite all my good intentions, I've been thrust headfirst into a bog of sticky dickery. In a situation where every single person is playing the emo victim card, I've finally come to one conclusion:
What the flying fuck do I have to lose?
So go ahead, wave around your "woe is me"'s and your "it's all your fault"'s. Hit me with your best "I hate myself because..." and drop as many "I'm treated like shit"'s as you want. You can't touch me, and I refuse to join in with your hopeless, pointless whinging when you certainly aren't doing anything to help yourself.
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. I'll work from the ground up, and wherever life takes me I'll go. Maybe it'll be someplace nice. But you can bet your arse I won't hit the bottom or let you screw me over without a fight. This "real world" isn't so scary when you decide to stop depending on other people and fight for yourself. Maybe if there was less senseless bitching and dramafagging and more positive, progressive action things would actually get better.
Broken mugs don't fix themselves.
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