Freedom feels so sweet.
But I guess it is pretty late in the game to be saying that, considering I left for college exactly a year ago. Then again, it doesn’t feel like that big of a change for me. For having a mother who was never there and a workaholic father, I guess I do owe them thanks for my independence and my freedom.
It finally feels a little more like summer. I’ve just moved into the Stebbins Cooperative. Although it is pretty jank, I like the feeling of being on my own and meeting new people in the kitchen and lounge. I wake up in the morning and rush to grab a bagel on the way to work. After a full’s day of eight hours, I head back to room to change into gym gear. Jogging to the recreational building, I work out for an hour on my own and then I join a class. Then I come home, complete my cooperative work shift and sign off on it with Liz. I’ll maybe hang out with a couple of Stebbinites before retiring to my room to watch a movie for the night.
It’s sounds relaxing, but things are still tiring. Considering I stay up late and still need to rise early to make it on time for work. I guess it’s no wonder I keep falling asleep and end up napping for hours after I get back from work.
The positive? Again, I am free.
And I don’t mean just free from my parents - I have been for a while. I mean from my boyfriend, my friends at home, my usual crew (actually, I don’t really have one at school). I have probably said this a million times by now, but I will say it again: it really pains me to see independent women fall under the spell of their boyfriends and become bitches to their bullshit called love. You can still be yourself with a boyfriend - hell, if you aren’t yourself consider leaving him! Maybe it’s a little harsh to be calling dependent girls bitches, but what else do you call it? You sacrifice time, friends, hobbies, health, and your vagina. Yes, your fucking vagina. You whore.
So to all those girls out there who think they can’t be anything without their boyfriends need to step back and re-evaluate their self-esteem and their worth. Do you want to be forever known in society as “So-and-So’s girlfriend”? Make a fucking name for yourself! Take a stand, assert yourself and the justices you deserve. Or you can forever be in the shadow of your unsightly “other half”. Just a little advice: love doesn’t constitute bullshit, meaning cheating is cheating.
It might just be my philosophy and of course, nobody has to agree with me (people rarely do) but I believe that actions speak louder than words. Telling someone you love them doesn’t mean jack shit if you won’t sacrifice yourself. You can say you are the best in the world, the most powerful, the most admired - but it doesn’t mean anything if you can’t prove it. Things don’t exist because people say they could. If nature doesn’t hold that power - nobody fucking does, so get it into your head that you will not be great until you can back it up.
Then again, there are enough idiots in the world that will just believe what people say. There are some retards on this planet that believe the words, “I was drunk, so I didn’t know what I was doing”. There are probably even more that eat this kind of shit: “I thought she was you!”. Actions speak louder than words. PLEASE, have more dignity. Have more respect. Have more pride. And not for that faggot that went and tried to save his own ass, but for yourself.
Sometimes, people just don’t know just how much they are worth.
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