Choice

You got hurt, bad. 

You lost some pride. 

You got beat. 

You put yourself in a bad situation. 

It backfired.

And this isn't what you had mapped out in your mind. 

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, end like this or start that way. 

You're a little lost; you and some hope.

But at the end of the day we get to choose who we are.
We can't choose what happens to us, no, but we can damn sure choose who we are.
You don't have to go by what anyone thinks of you.
Can you imagine if we all really were what has been said about us?
So make something good. Have some pride in yourself.
Have a little faith in your gut feeling.
There's too many weak souls out there that just won't hold their heads up.
We've all had one or two knives pressed against our throats at one point or another.
We trusted the wrong person about 3 too many times.
But we get to choose who we are. We get to heal our old wounds and do our best to move on.
That's our choice.
We get to say goodbye.
Don't let anyone tell you any different.
Go kick some ass buttercup.

XoXo, Gussie