Let's be realistic.

Being realistic is a tough task for anyone to take on. No matter how hard we all try, we can't avoid getting our heads lost in the cloud sometimes. You just have to know that it's completely normal.
There's no right or wrong definition written in stone of what life is supposed to be like. Whether you're optimistic, pessimistic, or a mixture of both, there is no true answer as to how we are supposed to feel.

Welcome to my over-dramatic life that I tend to accidentally complicate sometimes... just slighty...

I'm eighteen. Enough said.
My life is blessed, yet I still take advantage of what I have compared to lesser fortunate people. Right now I am in college surrounded by a few great friends, with a family back home who loves me. And to add to that, I have the bonus of a special dear friend who is my support system from a thousand three hundred fifty five miles away, pushing me to be my greatest and saving me when I'm not.
What more could a girl ask for?
Let's see, there's the fact that I want to see my nieces Tamilyn and Taryn every day. A part of me is yearning to live in LA again because that is where my heart belongs. I wish I go back in time and relive the summer of 2010, or fast forwarding to winter 2010/2011 wouldn't be so bad either.

BUT, that's just not being realistic.
Making the most of what we have is the only solution to avoid disappointing ourselves.




Sixteen wasn't so sweet for me, and neither was seventeen. I had lost my way from reality and struggled to do anything right. As everything was getting stirred up and going horribly wrong during those years, I just gave up and honestly didn't care.
Nothing mattered.
That is, until I had hurt the person I loved the most by disappointing her. It never clicked in my head until my mother looked at me with red, swollen, teary eyes and said "I don't know who you are anymore. You're not my daughter." that I had become a stranger to everyone, including myself.
I was being without a doubt the most unrealistic brat. Ever.
I am so lucky to have gotten the chance to have most forgive me.
But that still doesn't mean I fully forgive myself.
Realistically, I am guilty of taking advantage of how beautiful my life really was and still is. Realistically, I was a royal pain in the ass and screwed up. Realistically, everything was my fault and the emotional debt I was in was a consequence of my own actions.

BUT it's called learning from our mistakes to help us grow stronger.

REALISTICALLY, we all deserve a second chance.