I can finally say that I learned the skill of crossing the street. I mean, I actually know how to properly do it and I managed to learn it in New York. How crazy, right? Also, it’s summer in February. What a time to be alive!
Haven’t smiled in photos in such a long time that I feel the need to do so. I’ve been in an amazing place in my mental, physical, and emotional health; it feels good, man. I feel like I could breathe more. I feel like myself. I feel happy.
Life’s been really great, man. Couldn’t imagine how much I’ve pushed myself the past year. Having my own apartment, support from friends and family, and that new microwave I just bought? Life changing. Don’t even get me started with my couch! Couldn’t do that without the support of everyone around me. A-yo G, let’s make this year even more amazing and blessed. How about you, how’s life?
I never truly felt like I look good or is even (a tiny bit) considered good looking. I always aspire to be that person that could put on whatever and be appealing. I struggle with my self esteem. A lot. Around the mid 2017, where this photo was actually taken from, I had an epiphany. I personally believe that one day, some day, I’m going to be able to say “fuck it, I know I look good and I deserve better.” And so should you.
I have a few things to let go this year, I need to let go. First, spare me the bullshit. I need to bid farewell to people who only thinks about their convenience instead of thinking about the two sides of the coin. It shouldn’t just work for you, but it should work for the both of us. I don’t want to be too available anymore. One of the biggest mistake I did last year was making myself too available to people who aren’t interested. To find growth, that’s all I seek this year. I’m going to be really selfish in order for me to blossom like the flower I’m supposed to be.
This year my adulting has peaked to its maximum level yet. I got my own apartment, struggled paying bills, saved a couple fish from a dollar store (they were young and was in terrible condition), got my own couch, learned how to cook better, and yet still trying to love myself being flawed and all. I’m grateful for what this year has taught me, some success and some failure, and I’m so ready for the next year to come. I know she’s going to be that bitch.
Merry Christmas to gay men only. You don’t fail to remember that I exist and shower me gifts. I wish I can marry every single one of you one day. And may that one day be tomorrow because I’m kind of in a hurry here, you know. Oh, and to my family and friends: where are my presents?
Edit: Yes, I immediately regret buying all these likes. Well atleast my phone got so much love for an hour.