I cried all the way home. I was crying because I was rejected, yes, for the second time. When I stopped feeling sad for myself, I cried for real this time. You couldn't believe my plans, my goals, my future, my ambitions. You didn't even care. You don't care to keep a friendship because to you I am nothing. So now, whether or not this is how I 'd like to live my life: the plan I currently have set, the dreams, the goals: whether or not this is really what I want to do, doesn't matter at all. I will do exactly what has been dreamed. I will realize all of my goals, and I will do it all for you.I will live for you. I will do things, not for myself, but to prove that I can do them, to prove to you that I can accomplish something: that I am not worthless. To prove to you that I will be nothing like you thought. To prove to you, to myself, that you were wrong about me.
I've turned the page, goodbye, once and for all. You will not succeed. You are fucked up. You will never be truly happy.
Go, be a leader. No one will follow you because you are nobody. You are nothing.
