One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
Be a selfish bitch.
Don’t feel bad for going after what you want.
Do that shit on your own fucking terms.
Hold a middle finger up to anyone who puts you down.
Wear what you want.
Do what you want.
Worry about yourself being good before anyone else.
Live life to the fucking fullest.
You run you.
You paint your own damn masterpiece.
Never fucking forget that.