BItches on my stick and I ain't even Harry Potter

I MOVE OUT IN LESS THAN A WEEK.

I'm done with my fucking family.

Away from my father who will never be proud of me, away from my mother who will never think I'm enough, away from a little sister who has no respect for me. 

Thank the lord. 

I can be independent. I need this job. 

Sephora had better hire me. I'll be the best damn [whatever position I get] that they've ever hired.

I want to feel good about myself again. And I know that however I need to change myself, I will be able to do that by myself now. I'm not going to gain the freshman 15, I'm not going to drink, and I'm not going to do drugs. 

I'm going to get this job, get into FrogAides, get my essay written, like my roommate, and try and become the human being I've always wanted to be. 

Raquel Reed did it. So can I. 

I love how she says that she's "finally closer to being the person I've always dreamed of being".

BECAUSE SHE'S ACTUALLY DOING IT. 

And I'm training myself not to care what others think. 

I'M THE SHIT.