So I write to get thoughts out of my head, or feelings from my heart. Sometimes it makes me see things clearer. Right now I’m a little mad at myself. I was perfectly happy these past few weeks. I’ve done so much, and had so much fun. I have so many good friends, and so many people who give me their love and attention. Why do I let one little thing get to me? “Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.” I don’t have to let it affect me.