I am happy. This is true. I am a happy person, and I will chose to live the rest of my life in that fashion. But sometimes I just feel like I'm going to explode if someone crosses me in a wrong way. I don't want to be mean to that person, but it's like I'm going to combust into flames if I talk to them. I think that comes from living a life where I am just a little bit too passive. I will stand up for myself and others when I feel like someone needs to be put in there place, but sometimes I just get so frustrated by others stupidity that I lash out at them when I really don't need to, and when, in that case, I become a little rude. You know the whole personality color thing? Well I am almost completely a white. Passive, nice, almost always letting people chose what they want so that they wont have to choose just because they want to please them, even though that may not be exactly what they want at all. That is totally me. But I've learned that when it come's to being around red's: leaders, control freaks, people who want to take charge, a bit aggressive; that we don't really like it. And it is so true. My step-sister is definitely a red, and our personality's clash just too much. occasionally we get along, but we tend to argue a lot. And usually about the dumbest things. Yeah, I don't really like people telling me what to do.


But even with all of this pointless, ridiculous ranting about personality's and color's, I really am a very happy person and live a very happy life. I am grateful for all of the thing's that I have in my life, and for living the life that I have. I know that if it weren't for our great God who created this earth that I wouldn't have the life that I have now. I sometime's get to wondering what it would be like if I were a different girl. If I were that girl in school that was just so pretty. But then I remember: If I wasn't me than I wouldn't have the friends that I have, the family that I have, and I wouldn't know the guy I know today who thinks that I am beautiful. I have to always remember that when I feel at my lowest, when I don't feel so pretty, when I think that my life stinks, that I have a great life and that many others aren't so lucky. That I have been blessed greatly and that I have so much more than many other teen's my age around the world could imagine. I have to remember when Hunter said, "You are so beautiful. Don't you ever forget that." Those are the things that I remember that help me be happy. For any who have forgotten how lucky they are, they should really take a good look at what they have, and then see what a great difference their life is compared to the live's of others. 


Whoever they are I do not think that they are selfish. No. They are just like me. They have simply forgotten.