It’s weird to think I hold any significance to anyone. I know that people love me and care deeply for me but when I really sit down to think about it, I’ve been surrounded in misery most my life, so I don’t know how to really accept the love. I always believe I’m loved less than I am. I hate writing so “tragically” but this is just how I feel. I hear my family talking about me, talking about the food they’re making for me and the others, and it’s weird to hear my name from their mouths (or anyone’s, really). I guess I’ve just been so self consumed, only thinking about how I can change my life, that I forgot others can help me.
Today has been a really good day, I’m working on blog posts for my other blog and taking a bunch of pictures; I’m wearing the cUTEST outfit; I’m listening to amazing music (Britney Spears – Till The World Ends) and my kitty is laying on my bed just staring at random things as I pace by her. It’s such a beautiful day despite how dreary it looks, I really see the light and the gorgeousness and the artistic aspects of everything around me. The FedEx guy was wearing a Santa hat as he asked me to sign for my amazon package. I got my Kora Organics moisturizer and my December Birchbox today and I’m so excited to try everything!!
There’s a lot of drama going on with certain people right now, but I’m just going to let it go. I quickly made a handful of friends this week and that was a surprise and a blessing. Really fun people that I enjoy talking to. It gives me a whole new perspective on life, like we’re all fighting these battles against each other but then we find harmony between ourselves and a fellow fighter and we laugh and we feel like we’re on the same side. We’re both fighting for each other’s happiness. I think that’s all anyone’s doing. Well, except the backstabbers. “Let me go get my knife or I can pull out the one you left in my back”.