I’m glad I don’t have any major mental problems. That would suck.
Anyway, I’m writing my physics paper. As you can tell because I’m posting in my blog. Obvious signs of paper writing: avoidance of paper writing.
It’s funny how stressed I can get, and how snippy I can become, and how frustrating people seem to be during school, and yet I’m still happy. I’m really happy. I’ve noticed myself contemplating everything, trying to reevaluate my life. I’m happy about my friends and my family, and about how there’s nothing majorly wrong with me, physically or mentally. 
I remember trying to think a few months ago whether I was happy or not, but I couldn’t come up with an answer. But I think I am. Thanks everyone. Ya’ll done good.
I guess I feel a little guilty when I think about it. Like, why do I get to be happy and others seem to be beset with sorrow? Maybe it’s luck, but that only seems like part of it. I know I am lucky for what kind of family I got, but I feel like there’s a bigger part where I know that I really want to be happy. Seems obvious, but some people just seem to gravitate towards misery. They attract it like its what they seek in life.
Either I’m completely wrong, or these people are really messed up. If you ever feel yourself being pulled down by the push of the negative, remember that the lift of the positive is within arms reach. If something makes you feel bad, fix the problem. If you can’t fix it, avoid it. If you can’t avoid it, learn to accept it. Know what you want and change the world into it, and if you can’t change the world, change yourself.
Wow, I sure am preachy.
Hmm, I wonder why that is.
EVERYONE LISTEN TO ME.
I think I have attention issues.
