I'm staring out the window of my bedroom, noticing the little rain drops softly clinging on to it. I'm sitting here on my window sill, the window is steaming up as I heavily breathe. I'm calm but reality scares me, I'm going to a new school. The thought of trying to fit in and get bullied again is horrible. I don't want to start that all over again.
People say it's your first impression that defines what's going to happen, you can tell alot about about people, just by the way they act, dress or present themselves. We can walk past people and think "Wow they are beautiful." But have you ever thought people think those things about you too? We seem to not worry about how to present ourselves, we naturally rely on them forgiving any "mistakes" we made.
My name is Abi, I'm 15 and I have been diagnosed with Cyclothemia. Yeah, I'm sad a lot but I don't go on about my life sucking, maybe sometimes it feels like it but I'd rather not say. I don't like drawing attention to myself but people never take Cyclothemia as a very serious thing, its a form of mild bipolar which brings the depression and anxiety along with it. I remind myself that I can't be hurt because its not worth it and people go through worse stuff. To be honest at the end of the day it feels like my time to think is infinite, I think so much it just goes on.
Self-worth, another point. People don't know what they are capable of. People dismiss themselves whithout caring what they are actually worth. A quote I live by is "If you prepare to fail, then fail to prepare." People do not realise that they are worth! It's actually sad. Like me, I always doubt myself.
I switched the light off then rand and jumped into bed, tomorrow is a big day!
