Diary excerpt: 20.10.11, 7:48pm (excuse poor grammar, ceebs)
It’s actually gotten to the point where I’m sick of d&ming, I’m sick of talking about how shit i feel, how shit people don’t know that they make me feel and being walked on by everyone and hating my life. I’m sick and tired of always being a giving person and never the one to recieve. I’m sick of being dependent. I’m sick of being sick. So I’m going to need to start believing in myself, because people disappoint me, and I can’t let myself be dissapointed by myself either.
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How things have changed since then… I’ve had to put in so much effort to get to the stage that I’m at now, where I can actually say that I’m truly happy. I also wrote myself a set of goals back in july, and I didn’t even realise that I was subliminally making these goals my most important priorities until I read my diary for the first time this year yesterday and discovered that I’ve progressed significantly in them all..( except for exercising LOL) and I guess this is the first time in my life that I’m proud of the person I am…
