Making another diary blog

I was gonna sort my blogs but I want to write another blog now that my  mind is sooooooooooo gooder now. <---- painkillers work wonders.

I still don't know who I am or who I want to be.

I'm only 18. 

Looking at others makes me feel like I'm lightyears ahead and haven't achieved anything.

I'm doing, good, though I think.

I finally finished that t-shirt i've been working on on and off for months

I do stupid things, because I'm a teen.

And because people in general, do stupid things once in a while.

I spend my hours drawing and writing away and maybe, none of that time is wasted.

I think it's good enough, that I decided, "I want to live," and do things that day.

I complain and complain a lot but I like what I have.

I like who I am, and I'm glad for so many things, even if I want more sometimes.

Was folding my bedsheets this morning, thought,, "I like the pattern on these, I'm glad I bought this one in particular," and that small happiness was a result of my careful curation and effort and i felt glad.

I think celebrating these type of achievements make me so happy.

It's really better to just look at the things that I do do and have instead of what I don't.

I think that there's just so much out there.

Maybe, now is not the time for me, but maybe, some day, I will feel at place somehow.

Instead of thinking,

"I'm so scared,,,"

of the future,

I find myself thinking,

"I'm really looking forward to it." !