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Something about Wretch 32 touches me personally, it’s as if he’s an old friend from back in the day and when I listen to him I’ filled with all of these memories. I was listening to this song
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Yes, so I was listening to this song and it got me thinking about all of the people I saw as important either to my life directly or through loose association as a teen.
I remember making excuses to go to parties, bunking school to see boyfriends (sorry mum and dad) and the joy and respect that came from being good at sports, bringing back trophies for the school / athletics club.
Sometimes I see these people from my teenage years out and about. Some have made such successes of themselves. Some surprised me, quiet girls becoming glamour models, tiny teens who are now cage fighters, wayward teens now God fearing beacons of the community, popular girls now with faded looks and wary eyes.
I have done some things since my school days that I am proud of, but have not achieved half of what I’d expected of myself for myself. I am my greatest critic – I’m still young and have lots to prove. Lot’s to give. I want to make a mark and I will.
I’ve never cared enough about other people’s opinions of me to let it effect my choices in life but at the same time I do wonder what people think when they look at me now. . . .
