I refuse to feel sorry for myself EVER again.
Here I am, in my lovely-furnished, air-conditioned home that is in a nice neighborhood, with my loving family and adorable dogs surrounding me, on my expensive netbook, occasionally going on my equally pricey cell phone to text my good friends from school, where I am given the free chance to get an education, and I didn’t think it was good enough.
How shallow was I to do that? Just because I have been depressed about guys, snobby people, and school, it doesn’t give me the right to diminish everything I have, saying that it means nothing without this or that! There are children in other countries (hell, even on the other side of America!) that don’t have an eighth of what I have. Just because my parents can’t buy me a brand-new car, or because that incredibly amazing guy doesn’t like me, or because I can’t get an A+ in math, doesn’t mean I can feel sorry for myself.
This goes for everyone else.
