About Me
You know when you wake up and you trip, then you knock your knee against the bedside table and then you can't find your favourite shirt? That's how I start each morning, or something like that.
It's like picking up a penny on the ground only for it to begin to rain.
You know, when I think about it... I wouldn't change anything. Being unlucky is probably a good thing, it teaches me to be wiser and to be well prepaired. Although the art of being unlucky has its surprises and can be stressful, it makes you stronger. Every day we learn something new, I just learn an extra more than everyone else.
Through elementary school I was never the popular girl nor the prettiest and skinniest. But since when does that even matter? What matters is I know myself and who I am. I was ridiculed for my music tastes, my style, my hairstyles and so on. It's funny when you see that popular girl on myspace a few years later, a replica of your music list three years ago scattered around her profile. And the only thing you can think of is, "that is so sad". I don't feel at loss with what I went through, because today I don't need to be told what to do to know what is good for me, and I can finally say I'm starting to be happy with who I am, and I don't need anyone to tell me to be so.
I remember myspace 3 years and a half ago, it wasn't what it is today and I do miss the old myspace days before the whoring and when having 1000 friends was a huge thing. But then again, myspace was doomed anyways, so no use dwelling in the past, mhm?
So I've went through my myspace rant, how I was ridiculed in the past for who they are trying so hard to be now and about how I'm unlucky. Hey, it's 10 PM which is pretty late for me, I'll probably take this off my profile in a day or two, so if you read, cheers mate. You know, life isn't really all that bad, you just got to stick with it.
Hey, then again, rain is a sign of a rainbow, maybe it's not so bad after all.
