Even Angels Cry| a mental health diary

My Goals

For many years I've always strived to be smarter and better looking than I was before. But after going through all these ups and downs emotionally wise, I just want to be a better person.

Sure I can be the hottest girl in the room, but will the hottest girl in the room help that homeless person or comfort that old man or assist that kid on getting what is too high on the shelf for their tiny body to reach?

Sometimes the answer is yes, but many times it is a no.

What does intelligence have on kindness? Or knowing over loving?

And what does is really mean to be beautiful anyways?

We're all just striving to be this beautiful or be handsome, all for it to naturally fade away twenty, thirty years later.

The real beauty is one that can never die. The one inside.

So what's my goal?

Before it was to be taller or skinnier or to be the smartest girl in my (nonexistent) class.

Now I just want to be happy. That's it. All I want is to wake up in the morning and look around and sigh a happy sigh before getting up and singing so loud the neighbors want to murder me.

Here I go.....