Saturday, 15 December 2012

Thankfulness and no friends

I was reading my diary the other day and was just utterly.. shocked!
Yeah I know, 'har har she writes in a diary, saddo'.
Hm well actually it was a gift so I thought to put it to good use and this was BACK in the days, yeah more like 2007. 5 years ago. So a 14 year old me.
Let me tell you now. I have come a LOOOONG WAY.
I went through some tough times, a broken nail, lost my shoe- hah just kidding I was actually just an awkward tomboy surrounded by who were at that time my friends. Just a little story ill throw in for ya:
There I was an awkward girl by herself on her first day of secondary school, looking for Asian kids who could potentially be my friend (I had Asian friends through out primary school so wanted the same thing in secondary school; which fyi did not happy hu hu).
A spunky blonde comes right up to me and asks if I wanted to be her friend, of course this was a new situation to me so I was like by golly yes.

By saying yes I made a bunch of friends and soon forgot my old ones.

Funny thing was no matter how hard I try to stick to those friends they all just disappear, no matter how hard I try to maintain friendships, for example I always asks if they want to hang out, but they have celebrity like lives and are constantly busy. Screw you guys, you are NOT my definition of a friend.
(sorry, that was my little out burst at those so called 'mates'.

I really don't know how to pick friends, seriously. All these relationships die out.
My end of school leavers book contains messages from these 'friends' saying to stay in touch and how much fun we had is all bullshit. (Pardon mademoiselle)
Okay I don't care as much now about them but to the ones that I have recently grown apart from because you are in a different country, WHAT, THEY HAVE NO INTERNET OR PHONES IN PORTUGAL?

Ah crap off topic. Ahem. My bad.

So yeah I was the REAL definition of a teenager back then according to my 2007 diary fresh from the fresh lands. I hated my life, dumb boys, blah blah blah crap crap crap.

Reading the diary made me feel like crap honestly. However it showed me how thankful I am for my life.
For where I am now (with a sane mind), the people around me, my family for being with me and especially my parents. I'm going all thanksgiving on you even though I don't celebrate it but I think I'm right to think it's all about being thankful.

Well that was all I really wanted to say, I know I don't blog very often but I can't say that I will from now on (blog often that is) because I have said so in the past and,, well it hasn't happened. False hope people. Don't buy into it.

1 comment:

  1. The whole point of a diary is to be able to reflect on your past from where you are now. So I think it's really good that you looked at your old life and you are happy about your life now. Your old journal gave you a bigger appreciation for your life now. Maybe you should keep journaling.

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