Love, of course.

It wasn't that I forgot to live, I had forgotten to love.

As described to my close friends & Dad, "aimlessly wandering through my days" not amused or passionate about anything around me. I also described it as becoming "bored" to some of my colleagues  so that they didn't think I was completely nutso for thinking my life is boring and I have no purpose. It all seems so childlike writing about it now. But boy, when I was making myself believe that my life was that horrible, it was real. Very real. So, if I can make myself feel that badly, I sure as hell can make myself feel the polar opposite; entirely blissful. I, Breanna Rosas, forgot to love. I forgot to love everything. I forgot to love myself. I forgot to love my best friends, I forgot to love my parents, I forgot to love my life ! How is this even possible, I'm astonished that I have allowed myself to fall this deeply into a black hating abyss. I blame it on me being 21 and thinking I'm this badass rockstar but in reality I like succeeding and accomplishing things. I also like acting like a rockstar but I'm sure I can manage to combine the two and turn it into something entirely, life changeingly beautiful ! I like creating my own life right before my eyes. No, I fucking love it.


One more thing, (to all of us !) Don't be afraid to love either. Love everything and to hell with someone who's got something to say about it. They can hate their lives, at least you'll love yours & be eternally happy.