last night, as I was falling asleep, I thought of something I really wanted to write about...and now I can't think of it to save my life.
But on a totally different note, I spend so much time complaining lately, that I sometimes have to stop and think about how incredibly lucky I really am.
I never go hungry
I always have clothes and shelter and books
I know my family loves me
I just got a new laptop for my birthday!
And still, I spend a lot of time complaining and letting silly things upset me. It's not that I'm an unhappy person. I think everyone who knows me would agree - I'm a pretty big optimist. But sometimes things just get so frustrating that I need to vent to SOMEONE or it'll just drive me insane.
Is that healthy?
It HAS to be healthier than just bottling it all up....I hope :/