thirded. is that a word.
thal, i think i DID get depressed because i wasn't as smart as everyone else. my step-dad teased me a lot and i'd only think of good comebacks an hour or two later. finally, i started laughing about things. i just accepted the fact that i may never be a brain surgeon. i may never read a map correctly. i may burn dinner occasionally. but, you just have to keep going and do what you are good at. you know...what your talents are. mine happens to be, i think, playing the piano. i feel really content and happy after an hour or so. there's something to music that calms the soul. even listening to music. but, participating makes you feel like you've accomplished something - and it cheers up other people sometimes, too. although my family will sometimes say 'stop practicing, we can't hear our show on tv.' or' we can't concentrate on our homework.' this gets me depressed again. i can't play the piano in my own house.
Topic: Pissed Off at Life