Growing Up

Life is tough, man.

I try to stay positive, I really do. I try my very best not to focus on the negative things in my life. On my blog I do my best to steer clear of anything that seems mean, unappreciative or whiny because the truth is...my life is pretty great. Do I have bad days? Yes. Will I survive? Absolutely. I have my moments, like everyone else, where the only words that seem to come out of my mouth are negative nancy-ish..but for the most part I like to try to do what I can to make things good and happy for everyone all the time. Thats what I do. I take care of people. I tend to take care of everyone...but...ME.

So I've been dealing with a few things that I just haven't been able to talk about, mainly because I didn't know how...but I'm ready now.

I'm tired of people walking all over me. I want to be there for you, to help you in any way that I can...but don't abuse me. I may not "work" at a 9-5 job but my life is hectic and I assure you, the time I take out of my day to do the things you need me to, is hard on my schedule.

I'm tired of one-uppers. No matter what it is that I am talking about there is always that one person in my life that has to one-up me in EVERY POSSIBLE WAY. Try, JUST TRY, to be happy for me please.

BECAUSE YOU SOUND LIKE THIS:



I'm tired of know-it-alls. I mean really. SERIOUSLY. Just because you think you know it all...DOESN'T MEAN YOU ACTUALLY DO. You just think you do...and that's ok. Because 90% of the time I'll just let you go on and on because even if I try to say something...you'll probably just continue to laugh at me inside your head because you think you know it all. Ugh. Whatever.

Last but not least, I'm tired. Just. Tired. My grandmother is sick...she's really not doing very well. I'm bummed that my family is SO far away. I had to hop onto a plane VERY last minute and I had to do something that I'm not very good at doing...I had to leave my entire life in the hands of my good friend in 'bama. Now...it's not that I don't think she can handle the things I've left her with...it's just that I'M A CONTROL FREAK. Anything that has my name attached to it needs to be perfect. :sigh: Life just really sucks sometimes.

The older I get the more I detest growing up! TOO MUCH TO DEAL WITH. I miss being 15...too young to have a job and too young to have any real worries (though I thought I did hah) I'm sorry if this post sounded hiddeously awful...but hey. I'm human. It happens.