I’m proud of myself this morning. I was faced with a challenge and I overcame it, just like I had wished. Steph was right…saying no is empowering. I miss it but I don’t need it.
And no, it’s not alcohol or drugs…it’s love. Weird love, fake love, love that I wont accept. I’ve decided that I’m going to try and stop drinking. I don’t do it often but I simply see no point to it anymore. It wasn’t even that fun when I did do it. It just led to bad decisions, or embarrassment. Now, I’m not saying that I will never drink again…but I am telling you all that I am going to try my hardest to resist it. Resist it even in the depths of depression. It doesn’t do much for me except give me a weird feeling for about an hour and then I just begin feeling tired, or sick. Drugs aren’t cool dudes, and neither is alcohol. I’ve never smoked pot in my entire life, and I don’t intend to. Now, I’m not trying to knock the pot smokers because a lot of them are friends of mine, but I’m just saying that it’s not a smart decision to make. No point to it, once again.
I cannot wait until I go to college and meet new people. I’m excited for that.
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