During my sophomore year of high school I decided to only do things for myself. I wanted to see if only doing what I wanted to do would make me happy. I tried it for a few months. Life is depressing and dull when you let everyone down and become a one man band.
Get a hot(ter) bod
Find a first job that doesn’t seem trivial
Change a long distance relationship to a no distance relationship
Do more stuff or come to terms with the fact that I like doing nothing.
Get a cat of my own
Try more foods
Happy New Year, Everyone! :D
When it actually happened- it being, when I was punched in the face by a black man for wearing what I was wearing for Halloween- is a bit of blur. The before part anyway. The after came into focus so sharply and so quickly, it took a while to process. That is until the blood came gushing out. The exchange before the guy punched me in the face was simple: he screamed something to the effect of my costume being racist, and I responded with the kind of shitty teen explanation that makes you wonder why doctors don’t devote all of science to discovering a cure for teenager. Here’s how it went down.