I got really worked up this morning about a variety of things, I’m struggling to keep up with all of my work, there’s a boy who’s just really, really stressing me out at the moment, and every single time I look in the mirror I don’t see what I want to.
But when I left my house, the sky was really, really blue, and the sun was blinding me, and I just started to wonder why I was letting myself feel this way, when I know that it’s within my power to make myself happy.
I know who matters to me, I know what matters to me, and I have most of the things I could wish for - I’m so, so lucky. and I should be thankful for all of it instead of wasting my time moaning and complaining.
