Mean

Looking back lately I've come to realize how negative I've been--and slightly mean. I've thought some nasty things and somehow let it verbalize aloud. Alas, in my stressful circumstances I've lashed out to people I love and on this blog; I guess when you don't realize people are actually reading what you're saying it makes it easy to take online journaling a little too far. I hate being stressed out about school and life and the future. Sometimes I'm hurtful, and I'm really sorry for it. I thought I had moved past being an apathetic writer, disassociated from the thoughts and feelings of society, but I must realize that I'm always here in the thick of it. Everything I do is an example, and thus will reflect either poorly or greatly upon myself. So, I'm going to stop being a little negative nancy and get my happiness back on the road.

I used this statement as a template of how I would treat others. Sometimes I forget, and that's a sad thing. We should never forget this. Life is hard enough for all of us, so why do we feel it's okay to put others down to make ourselves feel better?

I suck.

My stint away from the gym has proved to be devastating. I'm awful and out of shape and (ahem) kind of don't fit in a certain garment that is quintessential to my near future. Talk about making me feel good about myself. Go life. Okay. That's the end of my negativity for now.