My Ticket Out..
We all want a ticket out of the environment we’re in, wether it’s permanent or a temporary vacation. Unless of course you’re one of the Kardashians in which case you’re probably pretty content with the place you’re at considering you’re never in one place.
Sad for us though, we can’t all be Kardashians.
But we can all get our ticket out once we realize that our ticket isn’t free. Well again, for some of us it may be but even the Kardashians had to do something to keep getting their ticket.
But some of us have to bust our ass and work harder than anyone else, we have to want it more than anyone else. Some of us say we’re “set up for failure.” I believed that too at one point. But now I realize that’s complete and utter bullshit. We make our own destiny, and those who say it’s “fate” are just lazy or don’t care enough to change the outcome of their life.
Here’s a quick synopsis on my bullshit cards I was dealt.
- I was born to an alcoholic mother and a heroin addicted father.
- Raised in a shitty small town with a bunch of other drug addict and alcoholic adolescents.
- Lost my dad to a drug overdose at 11.
- Mom went on a drinking bender.
- Went to foster care for 3 years.
- Came home.
- Dated an abusive asshole twice my age.
- Became a drug addicted adolescent.
Then..
One day, I woke up and I saw all of the people around me, I turned my moms into a trap house, let my drug induced “friends” rob my house, watched my friend die of a drug overdose, watched my moms wedding rings go missing for drug money, my dads ashes thrown on the floor in a desperate search by my “friends” for “valuables”. Shortly after overdosed, ended up in the hospital. Almost flunked my freshman year of highschool. Lost my asshole “boyfriend”.
And suddenly.. I realized.
“This is the bottom of the bottom, fuck man I don’t ever want to live like this. It’s time to grow up.”
I don’t need to be like this dude.. I don’t need to be like my parents, I don’t need anyone to change my life for me, I’m not what I’m born into I’m so much better than this.
And I found a drive in me that I knew existed but never thought I could fuel on my own. I lost my “friends”. And I found new ones, imagine that? I moved out of that trap house and into a home. I got a job, I worked my ass off. I tried harder in school than I did at anything in my whole fucking life.
So here I am, 3 years later.
Now..
I was accepted to Wilkes University’s Criminology Program and Kutztown’s Pre Law and Paralegal Studies Program, bought my first car today, an honors student, an employee, a member of society.
