It's raining. I love the rain. It makes me feel at ease. When I was little, my mom always told me that the rain is God's tears. When it rains, I suppose I feel like God is crying my pain away. It feels really....comforting.

I was looking up at the sky and that put a lot into perspective: there are 6,000,000,000 people on this Earth. Why am I complaining about my problems? If there are that many people, then there are billions whose problems are much worse than mine. My major problems are my fault: boys (partially my fault), irritating people (my fault for finding them irritating), and school (my fault for signing up for all honors classes).

Addressing each:

Boys. I'm sad to say that a lot of my grief is because of boys. I hate that it is. While I was looking at the sky, it dawned on me: maybe the person I'm going to spend my life with is looking up at the sky too at this very moment. Maybe he's thinking the same thing I am right now. What if? How cool would that be?
Then, thinking that, I realized that I don't need to be accepted by everyone. And I sure as heck don't need to make (all) boys like me. Who cares if they do or not?! The person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with is out there somewhere, and he's going to accept me for everything I am and everything that I'm not. Take that, broken heart and mixed emotions!

Irritating people. I find a lot of people irritating. Obnoxious. Annoying. Whatever word you want to use, it's fine with me. I'm a relatively tolerant person. I easily find people to be annoying, BUT I put up with them. I don't tell them that they annoy me. I really need to work on that. Not telling people that they annoy me; rather, finding the good things about them instead of noticing only the annoying little habits.

School. I hate that word. The only reason I put up with going everyday is to get in to a good college *cough* Notre Dame *cough*, and it lets me see my friends on a regular basis, which is always nice. I have nothing else to say about school. The only way to eliminate this problem is to either drop out, or tolerate it until I graduate college. I'm going to have to tolerate it.

The rain is slowly coming to a halt. Maybe this means that tomorrow, my problems will be much less than they've ever been since God's washing them away. It's relieving.

But... it's late. And I should be going to bed. Keyword: should. Doesn't mean I'm going to. I'm going to let the sound of the rain lull me off to sleep while I think of only happy things.

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