Life is odd & beautiful

After a certain point in my life, I stopped caring in the best way possible. I started to stop caring what others think of me, because I know who I am and there’s no point in caring how others perceive you if they hold no value to you or your life. I started doing things on my own after having a fear of being lonely majority of my highschool years, such as going out alone on walks, to the park, or stores. I began to speak loudly after losing my voice. I began to meet new people. I may not have as many close friends as I did then, but I enjoy to keep my circle small and close in order to preserve those genuine connections. I’ve gone through so many phases in my teenage years I can no longer count. I’ve made many mistakes, ones from which I’ve learned. I’ve seen new faces and lost old ones in friendships. But I will truly never wish ill upon anyone. I made that mistake at 16. I saw the mistake & I never meant it & regretted it. I love everybody. I can never force myself to not love someone I once genuinely felt love for. I have submitted college applications but I’m not done yet. I have one critical essay to write about a film for UCLA on sunday which is due Monday, then I have to get it looked at by my teacher. I have so much to do tomorrow. A part of me is so excited, yet applying to colleges is one of the most stressful processes I have experienced in the entirety of my academics and life in general, but it will be worth it for my future and for my parents. I will do it all for so many people, but especially myself. Things are moving quickly.