FTN.

My momma always told me I was stubborn. If it was something I should do, I didn't do it. I'm not a team player, I don't like rules, I don't like being told what to do. If there's a way to outsmart, argue, fight, or trick my way out of something, I'll find it.

I have a bad habit of making things purposely (and sometimes unnecessarily) difficult for myself, most of the time just to prove a point. Even if you take me down kicking and screaming, I never lose a fight.

So I'm sure you can imagine how incredibly difficult it was for me to read this post. So now there's a creed, a vow to one's self to take it lying down. How thoroughly disappointing. Over my dead body will I allow myself to believe that this is a way of life. FTN.

If I'm going to have a bad day, it's because I MADE it a bad day. Because I ate badly or because I cheated myself on sleep or because I pushed myself too hard at work or at the gym. If it's going to be bad, I want to have a hand in it. The same goes with the good days. I can't possibly believe that "good" days are random gifts bestowed to us by faeries, or that "bad" days are a stroke of bad luck. It's good because I made it good, it's bad because I made it bad.

So my stupid brain condition, FTN. The side effects from my medication, FTN. Work, school, gym, personal drama... FTN. I, and I alone, decide how this plays out. Today's a good day, BECAUSE I SAID SO.

(FTN stands for "fuck that noise," in case you were wondering.)