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I just really can't help but think about how I find some people to be so fake. You use your big words, talk about deep inspiring topics, put so much thought into looking like you didn't put any effort into what you are wearing, and act like you have it so tough.
That's the one thing that drives me up a wall. I've seen some of the shit that my friends have had to go through. Things I've kept to myself. Things that have happened to me too. But I did something about it, we all did something about it. Why do people constantly have to compete for sympathy? Why? Does it make you feel better to have someone admit you've had it rough?
I used to be one of those people. I wanted everyone to feel sorry for me. Everyone to gather around me and "be there for me." But I stopped and looked at my life. No one can possible live a healthy life that way. No one. When shit gets tough, you have to take your greif period, pull your head up, and keep going. It's a sad thought that life goes on, but it's the honest to god truth.
Maybe this is just me. Maybe that's why some people hate me. Because I keep going. Shit gets thrown in my path and I keep going. I have a fuckin amazing life...why should I even let stupid little things bring me down? That's right...I SHOULDN'T!! If that means I loose people along the way or that some friends don't fully stand behind me. So be it.
But no one else in my life is gonna make me happy. I have to make myself happy.
I really think people need to remeber that.
That's the one thing that drives me up a wall. I've seen some of the shit that my friends have had to go through. Things I've kept to myself. Things that have happened to me too. But I did something about it, we all did something about it. Why do people constantly have to compete for sympathy? Why? Does it make you feel better to have someone admit you've had it rough?
I used to be one of those people. I wanted everyone to feel sorry for me. Everyone to gather around me and "be there for me." But I stopped and looked at my life. No one can possible live a healthy life that way. No one. When shit gets tough, you have to take your greif period, pull your head up, and keep going. It's a sad thought that life goes on, but it's the honest to god truth.
Maybe this is just me. Maybe that's why some people hate me. Because I keep going. Shit gets thrown in my path and I keep going. I have a fuckin amazing life...why should I even let stupid little things bring me down? That's right...I SHOULDN'T!! If that means I loose people along the way or that some friends don't fully stand behind me. So be it.
But no one else in my life is gonna make me happy. I have to make myself happy.
I really think people need to remeber that.