I have the itch to write but I have nothing in general I want to write about. So maybe I will just talk about myself and stick it on my profile instead of in a hub. Sounds like a pretty good idea. 

I was at school the other day and everyone around me was complaining. I didn’t say anything for the longest time until one of the girls looked at me and asked “What is wrong?” and I said “Nothing”. She replied “How can there be nothing wrong? There must be something but you just don't want to tell us?” I thought to myself, "Does everybody always have to have something to complain about?  Can nobody just be happy?" 

At one point in my life there was always something on my mind or wrong with my life, but this time I couldn't find anything to complain.  If I tried real hard to think of something to complain about I doubt I could have thought of anything.  I realized at this point in my life I am very happy where I am and who I am with. Of course. there are some things in my life that should be different but once you learn to deal with them, in your way, you really can be happy.

I have to visit Dad tommorow. Well, I don’t have to but it’s Father's Day so my boyfriend and I are heading out or the day to do some visiting. It didn’t matter who I lived with in the past I was never happy when it came time for the weekend visit. On the way there my stomach would get twisted and sick, my head would start pounding and my heart would sink about 10 feet. Then on the way home it would be the same feelings all over again.  Pretty sickening. This was a strange feeling for me to go through every weekend because even though there were many problems at home (either home) I was a happy kid. I latched onto everyone in my life that I was supposed to, even my step-father. I thought at the time it would make my life easier being attached to everyone and not fighting with them. Little did I know how strange things would really turn out.

If I had of known things I know now back then, maybe I wouldn’t have been the same kid. Maybe I would have reacted more to what people said to me and about me. Maybe some of the yelling matches directed at me would have been shrugged off or maybe I would have rebelled and yelled back more often. You never know and I only know that even though I regret all these things, this was what made me who I am today. 

Okay, back to the friend at school. Are most people really so unhappy that they automatically assume everyone else, who is not unhappy, is hiding something? There has got to be one person out there who can tell me they are truly happy. I know I am truly happy and I have known what pain, anger, and unhappiness have felt like. I don’t see how others can’t believe I am truly happy. I beleive when you have problems in your life you can still be happy. You just need to learn how to deal with everything in a way that makes you happy.  

Well I guess this turned into a hub anyway!