Don't be a Chrissy Complainer.

I've been thinking...why do we care what other people think? I mean, is it because we need to balance superficiality with reality? But that doesn't exactly mean we have to care what people think, does it? I'm not sure.
I've been having a lot of problems with people who rely too much on superficial, materialistic things. I don't do that, you know? I try my hardest to be just me, even if it doesn't work out that way. I'm still trying, right?
Other people don't even try. They just rely on what others think.

"You can't make everyone like, but you can make everyone fear you."- Blair.

It's true, fear is easier than like. I mean, people can be afraid rather than enjoy your time. I hate making others fearful, but I have used it to my advantage before.

I had a fight with a friend last night. She said she doesn't know who I am anymore. More or less, she doesn't want to know who I am without me being attached to her hip. In truth, we haven't been best friends for a long time. The moment she decided that she wasn't strong, was the moment I decided I am. Opposites may attract in some situations, but not for me. Similarity makes all the difference. I think strength does too. I have a difficult time befriending people who don't love themselves.

The worst thing about those kind of people, the ones who just can't love themselves, is that they expect you to love them. Mind over matter. I don't mind, and it doesn't matter.

"Mind over matter. The people who mind don't matter, and the people who matter won't mind."

It's true. And I mind. So, I guess I am not exactly the right friend for her. Maybe I'm talking myself out of being her best friend. I don't know. What I do know is that I don't trust myself to be her best friend, because I don't trust HER. Is that bad? That must be a little hurtful. I'm not sure if I care. Tough love, baby. You learn by taking your head out of space.

But, I do love her as a person. Maybe just not as a person I trust completely.

Onto other things.

My mother still treats me like I'm two. I'm actually 16. I'm getting my license in 1 week. So, why can't she just let me grow up?

I know, she's a mom.

Whatever. Maybe I just love complaining?

Bite me.