Journal



#1,484 Brave.

Today, I got my feelings hurt. This isn’t surprising. I’m more tenderhearted than I care to admit, and every now and again you begin to realize that someone you considered a friendly acquaintance maybe doesn’t share the sentiment. And when that happens, it gets under my skin and simmers. I remember that awful grade school feeling and try to tell myself you can’t make everyone like you, right? You can’t make everyone happy. That’s what they say. But it’s still hard to accept. I really like making everyone happy.

But today, this song made me feel better. I know that’s trite, but it’s the truth.



You can be amazing, you can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug.

Little girls can be mean, then they sometimes grow up and become women who are mean, who say and do things that hurt. I don’t have to be one of them. Everyone doesn’t have to like me, and that’s okay. I don’t like milk chocolate—but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.