It's friday night,
I'm in my room
In front of the fan,
Man,
I tell you
I'm having a good time.
I hear the loud ruckus
Downstairs
And all I think
Is
I am
So glad
I'm not going
To be hungover
Tomorrow morning.
That I will still have
The energy to go out
And live my life,
Learn the trades
And the arts
And sports
As my
Heart
wants
Without
Feeling like
Shit
Later in the day.
A weekend without torture
And loathing
In my own
Sweet sweet terms,
What a wonderful price
To pay for not jumping around
Desperate, sad, pathetic, not great.
And the root of all this is,
Ya gotta discover
What you like
And be
Okay
With the
Sort of person
You are, ready to
Fight for the right
TO be you, outrageously
So, it's not just about you,
It's your future and your sanity
You deserve happiness, this is a
Fight that will give returns multiple
Times over.
Trust me brother.
Find who you are
And be the best version of it.
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