Dear September, after meeting August (that idiot), I have high hopes for you. You bring back all of my friends from their travels and some new ones too. You will paint the leaves colourfully for me and let me wear my favourite jumpers. I hope you will be as sweet as the chai latte I will enioy on one of your golden afternoons. September, please be good to me and make me smile again.
Dear August, unlike sweet July, you were awful, lonely, painful and just plain exhausting in every way imaginable. On top of everything you now bid me goodbye with a massive cold. I’m glad you’re gone and I hope you never ever return. You may have been a good teacher in some ways and all of this was probably a process of growth. Still, I’m somewhat glad this month is over.
It doesn’t matter if you suck; You’re suppose to suck.
Mistakes are practice.
And practice makes perfect.
Society loves a success story.
They will hate you, they will judge you.
They will admire you and praise you.
And you will get better.
And you will inspire others.
And you will gain confidence and respect; all the things you think you need to start.
You will accomplish your dreams.
Don’t give up before you start.
society: dare to be different!
society: whoa not THAT different you freak