Weekends.
As much as I appreciate two days off from school, it's also the two days where my progress will get off track.
I turned off my 5:30 AM alarm, went to bed at midnight, slept until 10 AM, and am now consuming a BOWL of granola with banana. SUGAR OVERLOAD for my body; Especially after all the McDonald's, I ate last night. HELP! :(
However, this is the moment to reset, reevaluate, alter, and get back on track. It is the weekend after all. I have time, and since the school year's coming to a close, not have much homework to do. One of my favourite YouTubers, Julia K Crist, uploaded a new video about her waking up at 5 AM for a week. Maybe I could learn a thing or two in terms of having a productive day.
My dream last night was so vivid, that I thought that I was experiencing reality.
We were driving on a hilly road in Florida, in a car from the UK, because my mother was to my right and was driving. I was having fun and enjoying the breeze until I noticed the car quickly approaching 200 MPH on the speedometer. Confused, I looked at my mother and she was asleep as the car continued to accelerate. Desperately, I attempted to wake her up and get her to pay attention to the road, but it wasn't working, so I beeped constantly, and rolled out the windows to scream for help. Then....
The car crashed and the world went black.
My mother didn't survive, so a bunch of doctors and legal experts were negotiating what I receive from her trusts. I somehow survived without a single scratch on my body. I waited all alone in order to be released. I was texting Dalton, one of my former friends IRL, but was somehow still my friend in my dream. I wanted him to come over and provide me with some company. He agreed, only, before he could make it, I woke up.
I'm going, to be honest, if my parents deceased before I got the chance to run away, I wouldn't be upset.
I get half of their trust money after all.
I'd take it and leave. Brandon becomes my other family members' problem.
I'm quite impervious to human emotions (at least I attempt to be), and I only cry when someone ACTUALLY meaningful to me passes away, such as a friend.
Isn't it quite sad that my friends treat me like family more than my actual family members?
I hope you're hanging in. Are they treating you better, worse, or just like me?
Regardless of how they're treating you, you are your own person. Be that person, and if Ana and Patrick don't like it, at least you have the option to go back to the foster care system.
I didn't have that option back when I was their son.
YOUR TASK: Be yourself. Your true self, and don't worry about what ANYONE has to say.
