Save him, save him.

No, it's not being cynical. Actually, maybe it is. But there's nothing to be worried about. I'm just going through a phase. A phase that consists of 1) realizing 2) asking whywhywhywhy 3) getting angry at the excuses 4) accepting, but not supporting. But no worries, it's a phase, a very bitter, emotional phase. But a phase. Sometimes I wish it kind of wasn't though, because I think it makes me that much stronger and gives me motivation. Ya'll have fun, I'll be here, saving the world. Dang, if they only knew. I think they would appreciate so much more instead of criticize. Don't worry about me fellas, I'm completely fine, I know who I am and I know where I'm going. You just worry bout yourselves and pick up that trash. There are some real life changes coming your way, so look out. 

On a brighter note, winterrr! I love being a winter baby. I'm excited for gloomy days, mega-holiday sales, Victoria Gardens, new outerwear, and snow, ladies?