literally what the fuck is pitbull even talking about
I’m not sure how it happened or how I got to that point. I believed the only way I could be accepted or happy was to change who I was or lie about my life. I don’t blame anyone for what I did or who I was or thought I was… but I think it had a lot to do with peer pressure and the way society perceives us. We are made to feel like we’re not good enough or we can never truly be happy because we aren’t “popular” or “cool”. If you don’t wear expensive brand name clothes then you’re poor and If you don’t smoke weed you’re a prude, if you aren’t a virgin you’re a slut and if you are a virgin then there’s something wrong with you. The expectations everyone has for themselves is unrealistic. We expect our lives to be fairytales and we believe that we’re going to meet a boy in high school and when they tell you they love you, or that you’re special you belive it… and when you find out that fairytales don’t exist it’s too late. I don’t blame and none else for my mistakes because I chose to do everything that I did. All I’m saying is that if our world wasn’t so corrupt maybe I would’ve made better choices and maybe I would have chosen love over the popularity. I hurt the one boy who gave me his heart and for what? Things that seemed important then but really won’t matter in 10 years. Maybe if I made better choices I’d be happy with him instead of regretting my past decisions. At least now I know and I mean really know and understand the consequences of my actions. I hope one day the people I’ve hurt can forgive me but I don’t expect them too.