Life is what you make out of it.

Yesterday, I was angry, unhappy, just really feeling ughhhh, so I decided to rant about it in the Having a bad day thread. Later, I went back to the thread and came across an interesting post, "some people need to realize that a negative outlook on life isn't gonna help anything....sure, just keep being mad at how sucky your life is, but you're only making it worse"
Even though, the post wasn't directed toward me; it made me realize that sulking about my life constantly wasn't/ isn't doing me any good.
Also, I realized that my post wasn't just about "having a bad day" but rather complaining about how bad my life is. (when it really isn't that terrible).
Then, I decided to look back, "was I always like this.?
So, I thought back to 7th grade...
7th grade was when I was on top of the world.
friends, school-wise, confidence.. ect..
But, then 8th grade came and I started to crash down.
I started to care too much about how I look, I became jealous of friends, I
was falling behind in school barely making A's.
I was slacking off in life.
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"Life is what you make out of it." someone wise once told me.
And for the past year and a half, I haven't made the "best out of my life."
So starting from today, I'm going try to think more positive. (that includes my blog tooxD)
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IN 13 days, I'm going to be in High school. Honestly, I don't like the school I'm going to, But it could be worse. So, that's a positive thought.lmao
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If your curious, this is what I posted in the "Having a bad day" thread.. yesterday.
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8-10-09

My computer breaks down.
I spend hours fixing it.

His or her computer breaks down.
He or She begs mommy and daddy for a new one.
"*shining eyes* can I get a new computer pleasseee?"
"Sure thing Honey"
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I arrive at school soaked from the rain. Because, my parents are too busy making the few pennies that won't help nothing.

He or she steps out of the silver benz without a drop of rain on his or her body.
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I eat ramen all alone while watching dramas about broken love.

While, They eat home-cooked meals while chatting about their day.
with laughs,smiles, prayer.
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I cry, scream, am lost.

Content, They know their place in life.
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My friendships are untrue. filled with lies too deep that cannot be dug out of.

They have something genuine. heartwarming. something real. what I always needed.
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I run away trying to find peace. But, mom and dad are more disappointed.

They point and laugh at the likes of me.
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Why am I still here?
The little bit of life that I have.. is because I want my future to be bright.

.Peace .