@MissAnthrope Hey! Join my club. I’ve decided that I don’t give a crap about wasted potential, except when I’m depressed. When I’m healthy, I’m healthy mentally as well as mentally healthy, if you know what I mean. Like, when I am mentally healthy, I am comfortable with my attitude towards life.
The idea of potential is really bad for me. Really, really bad. When I fall into it’s grip, you can be sure that thinking of suicide is not far away. So you know what I say?
Fuck potential.
Fuck potential.
I could say more, but then I’d get too graphic, but let’s just say that this idea deserves to be tortured before it is killed in an extremely slow manner.
I am what I am, and I do what I do, and who’s business is it other than mine? I mean, if you want to tell me I’m not doing what I should be doing, then fuck you. It’s my life, not yours. Tell me what you want. I’ll take it into consideration. But you have no business telling me what I should do. Not even my parents have that right.
You, @MissAnthrope, are fine the way you are, doing what you do, making the choices you make. You don’t owe anyone anything else. It’s up to you to decide what to give and when to give it. They are your talents and skills and abilities, and you can do what you want with them. You can use them as you please. You don’t owe nobody nuthin!