I've had a revelation: I am surrounded by people in love. All but one of my friends has a boyfriend. They are all so happy, and I'm happy for them. They all think that love is happiness, and those who aren't in love, aren't happy. It's not. Or at least, it's not for me. I'm fine being single, I really couldn't care less. I don't think I even want a relationship right now. They're too messy. Plus, how can I try and make someone else happy when I can't even make myself happy?

I love reading people's about me's. They usually have this beautiful picture of flowers blowing in the wind in a field or some hand-drawn picture promoting peace or the love of nature, and it is usually followed by a creative little paragraph that is deep and inspiring and makes you want to change the world and become a whole new person. Sorry, but I can't do that. I would tell you of all of the times that I've been disappointed in myself for not doing the right thing like giving my neighbor in science class my last piece of gum instead of pretending that I ate my last piece or telling you how badly that dumb ass guy screwed me over and how I've moved on and how I'm so much better now and it's truly a shame that he doesn't see me now and all of my other life-altering experiences, like how all of my friends that I've had in the past who I trusted with every last bone in my body, stabbed me in the back; but truth is, that just isn't me. I don't care what happened in the past-I'm done with that stuff. Some people say that 'I'll forgive, but never forget.' Fuck that; I'm forgetting everything. This isn't one of those I've-discovered-who-I-am-and-want-to-change-the-world-and-how-people-view-me paragraphs. I honestly couldn't care less what you thought about me; I'll do what I want to regardless of someone that I met in high school says about me. Two years from now, when I graduate, exactly how many times am I going to see these people again? Maybe once or twice passing by at the grocery store in my sweatpants buying ice cream because I had a really bad day at work. That is, if you're lucky. So this is my invitation for you to go ahead and judge me; if it makes you feel better, then I guess I am doing you a favor. You can go ahead and talk shit about me or my friends, but I'm not going to stop my life to make sure that anyone is happy. That is just a waste of time. I know what makes me happy, and it'll be my pleasure to do what I want. -End Rant.-