eighth grade angst, oh boy
You know what? I've decided that I'm ready to be happy. I'm ready to look forward to life and I'm ready to stop being depressed all the time. People have told me that I need to smile more in pictures, and I just realized that I never smile in pictures. I feel like the smile's fake and doesn't look right. I think that my face in general looks sad, like I'm a little girl that's been through so much that she's forgotten how to smile and always looks like she's on the brink of tears. But then, I put my hair in a ponytail and had honey on my face and I felt like that's who I'm supposed to be, because the smile looked right (and no, I did not mean that the person I'm supposed to be has honey on their face thank you). It looked like it was supposed to be there. I was smiling and laughing and I knew that it was what I was supposed to be doing and it felt so right and I was so happy. So yeah, I'm so excited for LakeLand and I'm so excited about meeting new people and having a fun freshman year. And it feels so good to be excited about something.