Yes, I am writing on Thanksgiving.
But... I am just so thankful right now.
Seriously.
I am surrounded by so many incredible people on a daily basis.
I am content with my life.
Everything's just...incredible.
I just wrote a poem for my english class.
It's entitled "Beauty is Fleeting."
After writing it, it kind of made me mad.
The media SUCKS.
Being beautiful is no longer being natural or happy, but instead it's all about artificial contentment.
Everyone is a fake.
Well, not everyone, but the people that become absorbed in the world certainly are.
I don't want to be like that.
For a time that was me...I never want to be like that again.
I want to be alive and joyful.
THANKFUL for what I have at all times.
Life is good.
