Destiny/fate

This is very correlated with the most recent blog post about “Sad Girl.”

Sometimes I feel like I’m destined to feel a certain way.

Whether it be chemically, genetically, or from life experiences I have no idea. (Aka, nature vs nurture).

Because I think about the mountains I have climbed, the things I’ve went through.

The positive outcomes at the end of the rainbow. I’ve grown, I’ve learned, I’ve realized and understood more, and became more (I think) emotionally mature. I’ve written more blog posts than ever before, astronomically, and better ones too. More meaningful. Less surface-level, than ever before.

Just how like, with school starting, I somehow have more to say.

It’s so bad, it’s been so bad, for my mental health, but it is exactly what I need for writing?

Again, the good out of the bad.

I even feel like a more interesting person, with more to talk about, more to say. How easy it is to get away with appearing completely fine when you just yap. You can appear good, great, better than anybody else. It’s crazy, scary, and shows the power. And you just appear super extroverted.