And...yeah. To be honest, I'm excited, if only because it means getting out of this damn house.
You know, Idk if it's ever hit me that I'm in college. I try to think of that when I get depressed (TRY at least) because for my family, for my social status, that's a big deal.
I grew up poor. I grew up with all the odds against me. I grew up in a house where I would come home everyday worried that the electricity might (still, on occasions) be off. I'd go to school, get teased and bullied, go home, got teased, bullied, and emotionally abused by my older siblings, and found no comfort. I was made to believe I was worthless. For a while I was convinced I was better off dead...this, mind you, was back when I was, like, 8. Yes. EIGHT. And it only got worse.
And yet, I'm still here. In fact, if someone ever needed proof that the Wiccan law of three had some truth to it, I'd have to share with them my life story. Those who bullied me are-from what I've seen-the very failures they told me I would be. And I am here, getting ready for my third semester of college. I'm on my way to accomplishing my dreams, and they've never been or even felt closer.
(Also posted on my dA account, but I felt it was also relevant here ^_^)
