Everyone Has An Opinion.

That’s the story. I know what I’m capable of. I know what I have to do, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to be convinced by anybody ever.

I don’t think people understand how much I’m in my head. If I’m not talking outside, I promise you I’m talking on the inside. I’m talking about what I want to do. I’m talking about how I want to improve. I’m talking about all the flaws I had.

I’ve got to change it. I have started believing in the saying that not everybody deserves to hear your problems because everyone will want to give you the answers to your own life. I don’t want to keep living someone else’s life. I know I won’t be making all of the correct choices right now, but what other choice do I have besides trying to figure it out myself.

I don’t want to give in to everyone else’s life anymore. We’ve been doing this for most of our lives from the get-go. Thinking about it clearly, I was told who to be from when I started walking around. Most of my characteristics are from my parents, not traits I created for myself. I have been told to avoid failure and rejection, and now I need both of those things more often than not. I will mess up in life, and those will be the things I will take with me. Who says that these moments will have to be the ones that show I’m a piece of shit? These moments will make me into a good fucking dude for whatever the fuck is coming.