Saturday, July 26, 2014
You proved me wrong.
Please, continue to do so. Prove me wrong until my backbone withers to dust, and I am soft. I am asking this because when you did that thing you said you were going to do (after I stated you were a complete idiot) you followed through. When you followed through, I was frustrated. Not because I was wrong, because of the implications of my wrongness.
You were not that pretty. You were not that smart. You were not that talented. You were not that brave. You were not that educated. You were not that well off. You were not that...
You accomplished the dream I was too afraid to chase.
I eat my words.
Keep going.
