I don't have that amazing blog that everyone goes to, with amazing layout, header and stuff. I don't have a lot of amazing things to write about on my blog. I don't have the boyfriend, the awesome life, or the poetic style of writing that everyone loves. I don't have that amazing personality. I'm just an ordinary girl with an ordinary blog about my not-so-awesome life.
And yeah, sometimes I do wish I'm that famous pretty girl that everyone adores. But I'm not famous, I'm not pretty, I'm just... me. An ordinary girl, nothing special, nothing extraordinary. Plain, that's me. "You should be grateful," that's what everyone's saying. Grateful, grateful, grateful. For me, feeling grateful is accepting. Accepting is hard, very hard. And that's why people all over the world is trying to be better.
This holiday is opening my eyes to something... unusual for me. Maybe this is what they call growing up? Gone are the childish behaviours and what's left are these... feelings that I'm yet to explore. And it's very weird, like I'm seeing the world for the first time. In a brand new perspective. And I can't help but think that there's something more than what meets the eyes.
And yes I'm venting, excuse the weird jump of topics.
