Aleatorio

Music is music. Why should we have to pay for something that should be a natural right? Artists can make plenty of money off of the use of their images, videos, radio play, concerts, merch, etc. The music should be a gift they choose to share with listeners, not a privilege that they want us to pay for.



The other day a friend told me that they think they understand how I like my friendships to work. I think the person was right. I value each of my friendships, I hate the ones that consist of pure artificiality. I want real conversations, I want nothing to be off limits. I want honesty. I don't like when I'm talking with someone and I'm overly hesitant to say what I really want to say. I shouldn't have to be scared, I should just let it out. But I still struggle with this. I'm not a perfect friend, but I want to be the best friend possible.

I think part of the reason I value my close friends so much is because I grew up alone for a long time in my life. At home I was always with my parents or grandparents, I was hardly around people my age, only at school. I matured at a very young age. Maybe that's why I'm not afraid to ask personal questions. Mature topics are appealing, not taboo, to me.



Fight On. I love this phrase so much. People who aren't Trojans think it's funny when I say it randomly, but everyone at school gets it. Fight On. Persist. Overcome. Don't stop. Don't quit.



I really love being back at school. Some of the classes are tedious, but in the scheme of things, I know I'm working my way up to something bigger and better. Years from now, hopefully, I'll know that all these random GE courses did have a purpose, even if only to fulfill some requirements created by administrators who I'll never meet or care to meet. I've got to do what's necessary to get to where I want to be.

The independence is the best part. I was independent for most of my life before I got here, but in a different way. I lived with family all my life, but they weren't the ideal family. My parents weren't involved, they didn't treat me the same way other kids were treated. They didn't ever punish me, but they didn't ever tell me they loved me either. I know they loved me, but we just weren't the type to blurt it out loud. Plus, the things I endured with my father hardened me in a way. He made me numb. This is a numbness I've tried to rid myself of, but it's difficult.



I miss my brothers. I say this all the time, but I really do. Everyday they're learning new things, developing and developing, but I'm missing it all. The past weekend, when I got to see them after not seeing them for 4 weeks, they brightened everything around me. Their innocent mischief and sincere curiosity makes me so incredibly happy. I want to do good for them. They don't deserve to live in that shabby one-bedroom house. They deserve the world, and I want to help provide them with it someday.



For now, we all Fight On.