3. My best friend in the whole world is Allyson. Of course, my boyfriend as well who has been there for me through so much more than anyone else. And Alyssa.
4. The last time I cried was today, actually. I cried because I was feeling sad and let down.
Today I talked to this boy that I always see in my Psychology class. He is confined to a wheel chair and always looks so sad. He has cerebral palsy, which is a disease I am all too familiar with. He told me how it’s hard for him to be in school—to see everyone else walk, to see everyone else run, to see everyone else bike and skateboard, to see everyone else write. He is unable to do any of this on his own. It created this lump in my throat because all of these things are something that we all take for granted far too often.
After talking to him I realized just how miniscule my problems I was facing suddenly felt, because I am lucky enough to walk. I can dress myself, feed myself, bathe myself. I can write my own notes and type this story on my lap top. I can ride a bike. I can jump for joy. I can dance. I can do all of these things that this young man will never be able to experience.
Suddenly, I feel more blessed than I ever have.
How you make everything better.
I can sleep with peaceful thoughts that are not clouded with horrible thoughts.
I can sleep well knowing that some of the weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
Thank you, God.
Today I have been feeling very stressed and down. All day I have been holding back tears, putting on fake smiles and wishing that all of this weight would be lifted off my shoulders. I called my UNF best friend to vent about life. She took me to Barnes and Nobles and picked up the book 1,033 Things to Smile About. We stood there reading passages, smiling and laughing about the truth behind every passage in that book. After I was feeling better, she took me home.
Oh, wonderful friends♥
Stressed doesn’t even begin to cover it. You say you want to help, and yet, when I need it the most, you don’t want to anymore. You say you will always be there, but when I need you the most, you refuse to help.
I can’t do this much longer, but you don’t understand that.
In a few months I’ll probably be sleeping in a cardboard box, on the streets. So thanks Mom and Dad, for always being there when I need you.