There is no shame in admitting you’re struggling with something.
However, wallowing in your sadness forever is not healthy.
There comes a time when you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself, and when that time comes, you need to just get up and live. Get up and move on. You’re only stuck if you don’t take steps forward. Moving on doesn’t mean you’re ceasing all the hurt you’re feeling. It just means you’re doing everything in your power to propel yourself forward even if something is holding you back.
I can’t help people who don’t want to be helped — people who don’t even want to help themselves.
You can ask for all the help in the world. You can talk to as many people for advice as you want. But if you, yourself, don’t allow yourself to move — if you honestly don’t want to move on for the better of yourself, then nothing and nobody will ever be able to help you.
I used to get mad whenever wiser people would tell me that patience is key, that patience is a “damn” virtue.
I’ve been hearing that saying all my life, and I’ve been brushing it to the side easily all the same — until now that I’m nineteen and am just beginning to understand all the power patience gives to someone like me.
Patience. It helps me sleep at night. It helps me keep my bitter words and cold feelings to a minimum because with patience comes a special depth of understanding that goes missing when one chooses to be so rash.
When I make him laugh, I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
Love, in a romantic sense, is more genuine when it’s not the most important portion of someone’s life. I’m too lazy to continue typing out my reasonings for this thought. I think this will make a great journal entry for later.
I don’t feel as if I deserve my car. I’ve felt that way ever since my parents chose it as a gift for me last September (late graduation present). I really don’t feel as if I deserve it.
sassy english teachers are the best because they’re beyond sarcastic and somehow always end up insulting the kid that you hate and everyone else likes
I had trouble deciding whether to squeeze Shakespeare into my Fall schedule or not, but I see the world has made the decision for me.
With just a few days until the second round of registration, the class filled up. (The only people allowed to register for up to 18 units at the moment are seniors who are graduating this fall.)
Ooops, so it looks like that class shouldn’t be on my plate right now!
Tomorrow I’m going to Vina’s house super early so I could help set up for Cyrus’ birthday party. I’m so so so excited! My mom and brother are going later in the day, when the party officially starts. This makes me really happy! I’m so lucky to have this kind of tie with Vina’s family. They’re like my family.