The magic of being strong is that no matter what you have to pull through, you always get the better life.

Well… I ROCKED MY INTERVIEW LIKE A BOSS! Fucking rights bitchezzz, she said they have 2 of the 3 people for Starbucks and might not work with school cause they need day people but I said I’d also be interested in bakery, floral or deli. We talked about my last job and I brought up cake decorating and even though they aren’t hiring in bakery she is gonna tell them about me and how I’m a cake decorator. Lol even gave her my business card like a champ and she literally said “I like you, you have a great personality.” Ohhh yeah and she said I should get a call by the weekend cause she has holidays after but she said to not freak out if it takes a few weeks. Fuck man, I think I got a bit of good luck today. And those assholes being jerks to me last night wouldn’t have made that good of an impression so yeah I fucking win. I have four honor rolls under my belt from grade 9-12 and lots of people praise my achievements in different hobbies and area’s of interest. I am an amazing writer, I’m smart, beautiful, I can draw if I try and I’m a responsible, organized, mature teenage girl with a warm heart for people who deserve it. I fucking matter and it wasn’t at all right for people to put me down and make fun when I was at my lowest last night. No, my Grandma didn’t die but I was still strong enough to say goodbye to two friends that were fucking jokes and pretty much thinking of shutting out two more that I just can’t believe anything from. It’s just not fucking worth having so much baggage, I don’t care if I’m good at pushing people away because you know what else I’m good at? ACHIEVING.