This is something, an accomplishment, that I am so proud of. When I was typing this same first post a year ago, I couldn't believe I could even get a month into this, dedicated. Now, it's something I'm so used to that I'll be doing it again.Days like this, are ones I hate. From the second I wake up I think "What did I do wrong?" That one single curiosity drags my entire being against the unpaved road called today. I was quiet and bitter to everything around me, especially my family. My father told warned me that my attitude was surfacing again as we sat in the Willowbrook food court. Usually when I go to the mall, I want to spend all the time that I can there. After I got my phone case, I just wanted to leave. After lethargically checking a few stores out, I decided to settle down on a bench and try to collect myself. I couldn't even do that. That's when my parents called me to meet up with them to eat. At times like this, I truly am a bitter, angry person. Considering that he has the ability to not talk to me for an entire day, no type of resolution are even arguing can happen. It didn't happen until late tonight. It turns out that I have added to my amazing list of times that I have chosen friends over him. I'm ashamed at all of my failed attempts, but now I can only admit to my faults. Thats what a friend who I have surprisingly have been talking to all summer advised me, based on his past mistakes. Thank you, Khristian. I know it's going to be hard, but if arguments like this will happen again, which I'm sure it will, I have to accept my faults and bit my tongue from trying to defend myself. Maybe I will have justice in the next argument; maybe I won't. Either way, these arguments need to stop. Photo is of papa while we were at the food court, sippin' on his drink from Popeyes.
