Nineteen was a brutal fucking year for me.<\/p>\n
Clapton carried me through a lot of it.<\/p>\n
Titty sprinkles!<\/p>\n
Fours years of high school, eight semesters of English:<\/p>\n
B
D+
F
F
F
F
D
D+<\/p>\n
Summer school and night classes brought those Fs up to passing. Barely.<\/p>\n
Yet, my arrogant ass thinks I can write a thing and people will read it.<\/p>\n
At least seven of you are reading this. I take that as a fucking win.<\/p>\n
My point is simple: do the fucking thing you’re too afraid to try.<\/p>\n
Don’t ignore that voice in your head; make it your bitch.<\/p>\n
When that voice in your head starts to riddle you with doubt stop whatever it is you are doing and say, go fuck yourself.<\/i> Sure, people will back away from you, but you’ll also feel better.<\/p>\n
Believe in yourself.<\/p>\n
If the the people in your life don’t believe in you, that’s okay. Don’t be a butthurt pussy about it. Just get on with doing your thing and they will come around.<\/p>\n
You will be pleasantly surprised at who ends up being your loudest cheerleader.<\/p>\n
When I was in HS I fell in love with Eric Clapton.<\/p>\n
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