I should be writing my essay, but I’m looking at old Facebook notes. Spring of my junior year in high school, I wrote daily Facebook notes about my day and how life was. Specifically writing the good of the day. I was so pathetic. I definitely was young and confused. But coming out of that winter, it was necessary to write those notes, so that i would be able to recognize the good in life. Cuz i was definitely depressed and probably contemplating suicide on a daily basis. I’m still not really over that phase though. That year defined who I am still now. I kind of learned to live and thrive off of depressing feelings and its taking this long for it to go away. Its so much easier just to be sad and feel sorry for myself. I had learned to be comfortable with being sad. When I’m sad I fit in better. When I’m sad, art is better and seems way more useful.
But, I like being happy better in the long run. Happy is always greater than sad. Now back to my essay. Hopefully I can make that coherent.
