Invictus, pt I

I've been neglecting to write. Not just on here, but the way I used to. And i keep making excuses for it. "No, that's too personal to share." "No, only write when you're happy, or peope will think you wallow in misery." "Wait til you clear you mind, all these cluttered thoughts ruin the  point." And then today, I had my epiphany WHAT THE FUCK AM I AFRAID OF?!?

Anyone who reads this and judges me, is a fucking idiot. I'm a 21 year old (girl? woman?) young lady trying making the world around me; one day at a time. I'm both a saint and a sinner. I've done amazing things, and some shit that makes me hang my head. The point is I did them. So, my blog will be about me. What I did, how I felt, who I helped and how I'm changing the world. I don't have to impress anyone, and I'm not going to.

And furthermore, I intend to carry this battlecry out into the front lines of my life

"You either love me, or leave me alone"

By no means, does this give me the right to be obnoxious. Au contraire. By sugercoating things, I'm being fake. That's not me and I think it's more obnoxiou to only toot my own horn. As I strive to become a better writer, I'll become a better person. And vice versa. So starting RIGHT NOW, I'm going all "Master of my fate; captain of my soul".