Time

In my heart I was so pissed at myself and at world that this girl didn’t like me when I was 18-19, but only now when I look back do I understand that this wasn’t the worst possible outcome.

I used to go party a lot, and back then (I’d say ages to 16-19), a lot of my friends including me made it a mission to get laid, we were hitting the gym, getting ripped, and trying our luck . This was like a rite of passage thing, and we’d be going out, or texting girls on instagram to get laid, but I could never. The reason isn’t because I was a good person or anything, but because I was always waiting for that girl to like me back, and if that was wife. It might’ve been a deal breaker if I was a promiscuous, she never came back, but now I’m much wiser and I see women in a different fashion. The point is I matured now, and if I wasn’t so head over heels for her, then I would’ve done something regretful.

I know people are reading this and going damn, this guy is coping so hard, and YES truly I am, but what am I supposed to do at this point but interpret everything good/bad to be just pure positivity. On the flip side, I tried being mad at myself, but that never got me anywhere, if anything it was a pure waste of time. Now, whatever happens I just kinda see it as a good thing either way and do my best.

Don’t tell my mom, keep this one on the low.

Grad 2022