I was rich with colourful experiences. Sweet, sour, bitter, heart-rending, you name it. I was friends with alcoholics, manipulator, drug user, and 1001 types of addicts. I was pushed down, pulled up, let down, happy, successful, bitchy, cunning, depressing, depressed, fat, slim..
My goodness.
Some of the goodness stayed. Some of the bad things, I let them stay and it ruined me. Though, there are other bad things that I tried to get rid of it and it wouldn't let me. That SOB kept haunting me.
To be fair though, I was the culprit.
Bear in mind, right now I am just letting the words flow through my finger. I feel like ranting.
These few days I was feeling shitty. Down. For no obvious reason, other than just cause.
I feel like this stupid fat lonely girl who can't ever be happy or make anyone happy.
Speaking of happy, I should really take my own advice.
3 rules of happiness.
1. Make yourself happy
2. Make other people happy
3. If 2 conflicts with 1, prioritise 1.
Yeah. I should take it. Right. Em. Yeah.
Do your best.
