If I want to change my life, I’m going to have to initiate that change. I can’t use Ben as a crutch. I have to move my life along, and not just in this superficial bullshit way where I get little rose tattoos and sneak around with Ben. Oh, yeah, wow—real exciting stuff there, Madison. How about I grow up? How about I muster the courage to move out of my childhood bedroom? How about I finally stand up to my dad and Colten and tell them life is going to change? No more nice Madison. No more pleasing everyone and pushing my wants and desires aside. I wanted real change when I blew out that birthday candle and now, finally, I’ve found the strength to make it happen. I don’t need Ben to make me bad.
I can be bad all on my own.
If this were a movie, a sick beat would drop at this exact moment.