Life is only ever boring, and it is up to you to spice things up if you want to have fun. There is never any point in sitting around and waiting for things to happen, you have to go out and do what you want otherwise their is no point in existence. Leaving other's to do stuff for you is pointless, because nothing will ever get done, the world isn't your slave. It is up to you to live your own life by following your own dreams, despite whose who try dragging you down from your personal pedestal.
We need to go through life with flare, anything other than expressing who you are isn't worth it, you can't let the fear of other;s judging you hold you back. In order to that, we have to find our confidence to be proud of ourselves, we need to find the ability to stand with our chins held high, and show the world who's boss. We have to live as ourselves, because no one else can be better at living your life than you.
I've always been experimental, and as my life developed, I went through every phase imaginable. I was never an ordinary boy, I didn't let anything hold me back from enjoying myself and aiming for what I wanted out of my life. I've been the nerd, the drama queen, the good boy, the bad boy, and everything else under the sun. My friendship groups have changed accordingly. Every week I would come home with new friends, up until I figured out who I was, and I no longer tried to be anything but myself. Sure I earned myself a few haters, but I wasn't living their lives, and they weren't living mine, so I was going to do what I wanted.
My family weren’t fond of my true personality at first, but then they learnt that their words meant nothing to me which lead to them giving up on trying to 'fix' me. The only thing that others could do to upset me was lie, and when that happened, all Hell broke loose - I've always been dramatic at heart. Family means the world to me, but I run my own world, and no bitch can dim my colourful sparkle.
Just like any other Queen, I wanted unconditional love, but finding it was always difficult with my personality and taste in men. Eventually, I gave up looking and decided to wait till I was older to focus on finding someone, mainly wanting to show off who I am with the job of my dreams. Yet, the God's always make a fabulous wing-men. They introduced me to the perfect guy, and I'm not the type to turn away an opportunity; especially when they look that good.
Just like everything that suggests any sign of living happily, it came with a battle for my freedom. When I first signed up for my existence, I didn’t think it would come with a huge sacrifice. But I’m never going to let others choose my story, that’s my job. So they can pull me away, kicking and screaming, but they need to prepare for some serious damage to their egos if they want to take the risk.
I always get what I want, and don’t give up until I have it.