I’m really surprised that I haven’t posted this but a huge, huuuuuugeee, huuuuuggeeee huge inspiration is my family. I mean I know it’s a little cliche, but I’m so so lucky and privileged to be able to say that my family is important to me, I’m lucky to live that cliche. Some aren’t lucky enough to say that they are close to their family or that they have one.
This isn’t like trying to rub in to anyone’s face, but I really love them.
I don’t know why i miss them this year more than I did my freshmen year. I’m just so lucky to have so many people that love me and that they are all healthy and alive.
One of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t appreciate them as much when I was younger. It was barely around Junior year of high school that I truly started to understand motives of parents, specifically my parents. I wish I wasn’t as stupid when I was younger. They’re pretty cool people, I just had to stop being a stupid little snot to see (honestly I’m still a little bit of a snot but it just takes time you know?). I’m trying to show and tell them this but it’s a little embarrassing, so I’ll just post it one the internet. That makes sense.
But they inspire me to take hold of my privileges that other don’t have and the minority that I actually am and the challenges I have to face just to be recognized.
Everything they have every given me, good or bad is bleed into anything I do and I feel like a complete waste of life if I don’t give anything at least 99.99394349593999999% because they gave me more than I ever could give to anyone, especially them. I’ve been trying hard to try hard because I really hate myself when I don’t.
Every day when my dad dropped me off at school this is what he would tell me.
It’s scary, butI plan to do much more than that.
Also yes I know, I was a pretty cute kid.
I’m the idiot with the rose