Life to me, is awesome, but it was not until several months ago that I learned how to be responsible for it. During those wild days, I would party like there's no tomorrow, drink and drive, mingle with every person I meet, and try to be the best friend they will ever have. All rules exist for me to violate through sheer reasoning and philosophical debate. I would escape each trouble (doing only an essay as punishment in school) like a horrid politician, using connections and my own manipulative personality. Everybody else, to me, is a joke. I met a vehicular accident and everything changed in one night. I had to face charges that my parents, for the first time, wanted to avoid. They took me away and did not finish my thesis, the only thing left till graduation. I had to assume another life, establish another routine, and start thinking about my "sins." It was catastrophic at first, but it determined everything that meant to me today.
College was fun, I was able to live it to the fullest in the most irresponsible way. Funny that I had to go through the worst time to get over it, now that I think about it.
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