I’m pretty sure God would want me to be a happy little teenager. So you know what makes me happy and complete? Writing, stories songs poems whatever. And I thought it was silly, I really don’t know anyone else that does it. But you know what? I honestly don’t care anymore.

I’ve been miserable this past week. With college and not finding a job and a few other catastrophic things (kk…maybe not). I need to get my crap together and be happy and a little less stressed out for once.

Elaborating more….I must have spent the last three weeks moping around. I really don’t know, maybe it was two. But all I know is that I get in these ruts, then I realize it when it’s almost too late. I’d really like to know what brings about this ‘ah ha’ moment. Maybe I’m bipoloar.