People can be hard to trust.  I’ve come to realize that plenty say one thing to your face, and another behind your back.  I, on the other hand, have discovered the key to survival.  It is to simply keep on a silent prowl.  Your mind can be filled with secrets and opinions, but it’s your job to make sure they don’t escape through your mouth.  If this happens, be prepared for a bloody battle and some gruesome enemies.  I don’t believe in judging someone until I’ve walked a mile in their shoes.  I’ve had one too many experiences where I’ve figured out how tough some people (that seem completely fine) really have it.  Everyone deserves a true friend.  I am thankfully blessed with quite a few and I feel immense pity for those who are blind and cannot tell a real friend from a fake one.  One has to stop and think, what is everyone fighting for?  Does gossiping and backstabbing really get you to the top of the popularity ladder? One that, in my mind doesn’t even exist?  In the past few weeks, I’ve been treading through some thick mud.  After coming out of it, I’ve realized that what really matters is what you did at the end of the day and who is by your side.  I know that people hate, and I know that some people hate me.  The funny thing is that they don’t even know the first thing about me and that is what I call completely ridiculous.  I just wonder how some people think that they are born with a right over everyone else, to say whatever they want, to whoever they want, about anyone they want…even if that person didn’t even do anything to them!  I laugh at it because I’ve figured out that you can’t get rid of haters.  They’re a part of life.  The only way to survive is to not become one yourself.  I’m certain you’ll make it out alive.  So do you have haters?  Good.  That means you’re on someone’s mind and you obviously have something they want.

To whoever decides to take the time to read this, I must thank you first of all.  I figured that since I never got too into keeping diaries but have a lot of thoughts on certain topics, this would be a great place to write down what goes on in my mind.  Unfortunately, I have an untimely habit of quitting plenty of things that I start.  This includes sports, hobbies, you name it and I’ve tried it.  But I have recently come to realize that maybe everything I try and quit wasn’t meant for me anyway.  Some people might just call this an excuse for laziness. Know that I wouldn’t have mentioned it being an excuse if I was using it as one.  This small realization got me thinking that maybe getting bored or losing interest in something isn’t such a bad thing after all.  Maybe it’s a sign.  Just maybe, relieving yourself of something that you didn’t do for the sake of enjoyment can lead you to exactly what you love to do.  A change of interests can open new doors. With that, one can acquire new knowledge.  If you’re lucky enough to seize the opportunity, you might just find a new love of something you would have never predicted in your wildest dreams.  This is only one way life works. Change is wonderful and unavoidable.  Welcome to the jungle.