Currently, I'm trying to figure out what to do with my life this last year of high school. I know that everyone says that you never figure yourself out until you reach college but still. Sometimes it helps to be prepared. My mom just woke up from her nap. The meds she's on are just clashing and causing all sorts of mischief. I just wish she didn't have to hurt anymore. It's like wanting to give a hug to someone who has serious fibro mialgia but you can't because it hurts too much. There are too many people I know who have that disease and it's painful to watch.
Anyway, enough of the sad stuff. For some reason every page I write with an update on my life has something sad in it. Maybe I need a therapist for this depressing problem. That made me smile. I know this is supposed to be somewhat serious so why not add a few jokes in here as well? I'm not exactly a funny ha-ha person, I'm more of a funny weird. Well, that's how my parents describe my actions. I have issues seeing sad people so I do one of two things: I make funny faces or say stupid things to make them laugh, or I tell them some "inspiring" stuff to make them love being alive again. I have this friend on Facebook who is constantly complaining about how now that she's broken up with her boyfriend, there's no way she can ever love again. High schoolers, can't live with them, and you can't live without them somewhat. Well, she had been posting that crap for about three months before I told her what for.
I told her that there's no room for wallowing in self-pity or sorrow in life. I told her that if she thinks that her break up was bad, try never even having love. It's true that I've never ever had an experience with a boy, but I don't sit here bathing myself in depression. I grabbed my life by the collar and said: "look buddy, you're either going to cooperate with me or not, and if you choose the hard way well then I'm just going to move on and beat you down when you get in my way."
I seriously got tired of being depressed all the time. It wasn't a visible depression so my friends and family have never known of it because I wear a brave mask for them. I still do because I've learned to be that way but at least now I take the mask off for a breather. I wanted to see how the world was supposed to look through my eyes at this point. I can't enjoy my time here on Earth if I'm watching from a dirty window. So I gathered up the pieces of myself and forced them to fit back in place while I struggled through school. I always urge my friends to do the same.
I tell them that when something bad happens, just look at it as an experience in life to be used later on. Everything that happens, happens whether we like it or not so we pick it up and put it in our happy basket of memories to be carried on as we get older. And I just realized how many similies and metaphors are on this page. Holy cow, I didn't know I was such a master
Anyway, enough of the sad stuff. For some reason every page I write with an update on my life has something sad in it. Maybe I need a therapist for this depressing problem. That made me smile. I know this is supposed to be somewhat serious so why not add a few jokes in here as well? I'm not exactly a funny ha-ha person, I'm more of a funny weird. Well, that's how my parents describe my actions. I have issues seeing sad people so I do one of two things: I make funny faces or say stupid things to make them laugh, or I tell them some "inspiring" stuff to make them love being alive again. I have this friend on Facebook who is constantly complaining about how now that she's broken up with her boyfriend, there's no way she can ever love again. High schoolers, can't live with them, and you can't live without them somewhat. Well, she had been posting that crap for about three months before I told her what for.
I told her that there's no room for wallowing in self-pity or sorrow in life. I told her that if she thinks that her break up was bad, try never even having love. It's true that I've never ever had an experience with a boy, but I don't sit here bathing myself in depression. I grabbed my life by the collar and said: "look buddy, you're either going to cooperate with me or not, and if you choose the hard way well then I'm just going to move on and beat you down when you get in my way."
I seriously got tired of being depressed all the time. It wasn't a visible depression so my friends and family have never known of it because I wear a brave mask for them. I still do because I've learned to be that way but at least now I take the mask off for a breather. I wanted to see how the world was supposed to look through my eyes at this point. I can't enjoy my time here on Earth if I'm watching from a dirty window. So I gathered up the pieces of myself and forced them to fit back in place while I struggled through school. I always urge my friends to do the same.
I tell them that when something bad happens, just look at it as an experience in life to be used later on. Everything that happens, happens whether we like it or not so we pick it up and put it in our happy basket of memories to be carried on as we get older. And I just realized how many similies and metaphors are on this page. Holy cow, I didn't know I was such a master
