I can I can I can I actually can.
I can practice until I’m proud of how I play, and I am.
I can focus and finish my homework and have good ideas in class, because I do.
I can change my habits and eat better and lose 20 pounds. Because I did. I even think I can lose more than that just by continuing to be healthy.
I can be a good friend. I think of my friends like my family, and even though it hurts when they don’t always think that way in return, I can still hold them close and be there for them the way I think friends are supposed to be.
I can manage how personally responsible I feel for other people’s sourness. I’ve also learned that a good way to drive people away is to always be sour, and I know better than to dwell on the negative things now.
I can be friendly and make friends and find people to confide in who want to be there for me. I can keep their secrets. We can form friendships that can last awhile and probably then some.
I can choose what to tell people about myself and my day, especially the ones I’m not sure I trust with my secrets.
And I can love.
Two hours left (before my self-imposed End-Of-Freshman-Year-Deadline) to make this paper mind-blowingly awesome.