Differences

So everyone is different right? And along with these differences there are problems. With these problems come lessons. And so on and so forth.



My friends are all different (in a good way) and they all seem to have major and different problems. And occasionally they come to me for help. Its not that i dont like helping them its just that sometimes I have so many of my own problems to deal with. For example, one of my friends came up to me with a rather large dilemma and I sat through this persons whole story, bitting back my comments because if I even gave one hint that they were wrong they would blow up on me, and start the whole "I'm your friend arent you supposed to be on my side?" thing. Anyway, it wound up with the person deciding to never speak to this person again. And they pretend like everythings okay, when its not. I see the dark circles under their eyes from those often sleepless nights. I see how heart broken they are. I see that everything they do causes them pain. And it hurts me so much to see how much pain theyre going, through. And yet, of course, I being who I am can do nothing about it.



Ugh! There I go. I am now expressing my opinion and troubles to those who dont even know me. Or met me, rather. But this seems to be a lot easier then talking to people I know about it (minus the people I know that are reading this). Or maybe its just the fact that I am too much of a coward to tell other people what I know and what I've been through. My friends arent the only ones who have issues, my dad was an alcoholic who has been through at least twenty woman in my life time (which isnt very long, I'll give you a hint, I officially turned a teen a year ago).

But anyway, I really dont feel like digging through my past and spilling my guts about everything so, I guess this is it for today.

Aside from all of my depressing thoughts, I actually had a pretty good day. Same old in school minus the fact that my english teacher was absent. YAY! Not that I dont like english its just that I dont like the teacher. My science teacher once again taught us nothing and gets continuesly told off by some of my classmates. Spanish was annoying as usual (but fun). Ummm. . . .we did nothing in Math. . . . . .Why you want to know about my day? I have no idea. But if you enjoy reading this then, whatever.