Happiness

Two.

I start school tomorrow. Nothing I'm too nervous about since I've done it at least ten times in ten different schools.

People tend to think that I'm depressed because I was bullied. I'm not gonna lie, I have been called names because of the way I am. But I've learned to not care. To let it go and not bother with starting a fight.

To describe myself. I have black luscious short hair that just touch my shoulders. I have brown eyes. Not as Asian looking as my dad but just in between since I got them from my mother, who was white. I have peachy skin not too white not too tan just fair. I am about 5'6" so I'm about average. I eat not a lot and not enough, so I'm pretty "thin" if that's the right word. I have a quite colorless style. I just wear clothes that cover me and that tend to be darker. That's a side affect of depression. Since you think dark you wear dark and act dark it's kind of like an endless cycle.

Ms. Dimitri told me to think positive. So I've tried. She told me that when I walk on the street, to go on the sunny side & you know, small little things like that.

I went shopping yesterday to buy a few clothes to make my aunt happy. I don't do stuff for myself often. It just helps me see people not having to be like I am. To not know that one more person is suffering like I am. So it makes me feel better when I see a smile on another persons face to know that I'm the reason why he/she are happy. And of course that's a thing Ms. D talked to me about.