it’s been a while since I’ve last updated anybody with where my life stands at the moment.. and all I can really say is, “I’m just tired.” For some reason, it seems to be my go-to phrase when someone asks if I’m okay. Obviously, I’m not. Everything hurts. I know, it’s typical for a teenage-girl to blog about how high school is hell & what’s one more blog written by a teenage-girl going to change that usual perspective? It won’t. It’s tiring. Not even half way through this and you’re probably already calling bull sh*t. (Perfectly fine. Do your thing, just hear me out.)
There hasn’t been a day where “you’re too blessed to be stressed” hasn’t ran through my head this year. I do believe I’m blessed. Oh heck yeah, I’m blessed. Different kind of blessed? It’s utterly possible. Blessed with stress. For a 5”, 16-year old girl, having less than 6 hours of sleep isn’t healthy, crying from just staring at a wall just by the plethora of thoughts running through my head shouldn’t be healthy. Really, I’m not saying I’m depressed even if the symptoms do occur or I need help or that high school is hell and drop out… I’m saying, make the preponderance wisest choices in life. Distinctly in high school. I can definitely say “No regrets” my ass. Many, many, many (+45 more many’s) of the choices within the 2 finished years of high school, I oh-most definitely regret.
Oh & shout out to the people who don’t have this problem. Keep on doing what you’re doing.
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