bb i lurve you

This is my friend Alyssa. She has top-notch hair. She is a wonderful human being–a quality person, if you will. She just graduated from high school in the middle of nowhere, and as you can imagine, she’s terrified. This post exists because she’s worried, and she’s by no means alone. Half my dash is random text posts hidden under read mores by maybe six people, who are all mad about something they can’t change or nervous about a certain aspect of society. So I am telling you right now… it’s going to be fine. It’s going to be better than fine: it’s going to be great. You are young. Everyone reading this, assuming I’ve creeped on my followers enough, is young. You have your whole life ahead of you. Alyssa: you’re off to the greatest city in the world and you’ll be alone for a while, it’s going to suck! Balls! For like… three days? You’ll befriend strange people because you’re adorable and helpful and fucking considerate as hell, and you and your quirky group of sophisticated college students will experience life and have adventures. And everyone else: This is the motherfucking journey. Do you know what I accomplished yesterday? I reached post limit. At six PM. And ate a bunch of food. I’m fifteen years old. I probably won’t fall asleep until eight in the morning and all my summer work is gonna suck. I have three more years of high school to fuck around and try to hate life as little as possible. And then I get to worry about being an adult! I’m scared as hell. And I can be. It’s one of the most human things about me–I’m a nervous wreck most of the time, but there will always be things for me to get worked up over. I will undoubtedly spend more of my life anxious then I will asleep. But you know what? My toenails are gold and sparkly! And episode nine of The Newsroom came out last night… and I may or may not have already watched it two and a half times in the past six hours… Gah, this is getting away from me big time. Basically, parents can be dumb, a lot, but they’ve been living their lives, and it’s not a bad thing if you want to live yours. Go ahead and take control of your future, or let the you of next week worry about it. In the long run, your quality of life will relatively remain the same. Just… make sure you surround yourself with people who appreciate and love you, because I’m pretty sure you’re fucking awesome, and don’t get caught up with the horrendous things in life. Know that I genuinely care about you and your problems are never too small or petty to bother me with. Many times, other people will disregard your opinions, existence, or the fact that you’re a human being with ambitions and talents. A hellava lotta times, those people will be your parents, or siblings, or other family members. Or teachers. Or weak-ass classmates. But I love you. And I know that you’re going to amount to a brilliant person. Just… make your life like a John Green novel in the meantime. But not tfios… that shit is sad.