If people who mind, don’t matter and people who matter don’t mind.

Then I have some people to be thankful for.

There aren’t alot of friends that I can say I can spill my guts to and they would understand, and more importantly they wouldn’t judge.

They wouldn’t say you’re a complete bitch for doing this, they would say I understand where you’re coming from. And these words come from their heart.

So to the people who matter and don’t mind, I can only think of one friend.

She’s been my friend since Primary school, the years of memories, the quarrels and the fights, we know deep in our hearts.

I can’t express my gratitude to her in words, so I wouldn’t even bother trying to.

There were times we fought, times we were frustrated but she kept my secrets close to her heart and didn’t let them out.

For that I am thankful.

There were times when I needed to vent and all she had to do was sit there and listen and I felt like finally, there was a teenager out there that actually understood where I was coming from.

For that, I am ever more thankful.

I wish she could know how thankful I am, but I guess she does. Because we are friends who get it without words. Thank you. For everything.

And for the people who really matter the most to me, and never ever mind..

My daddy.

My mummy.

My brother.

My family members who’ve seen me through it all. I’ve been wilful, been confused, been upset, been happy, been angry, been all the tumultuous emotions that a person could feel. And throughout it all, my family have stood by me.

I can’t always express in words what I want from them, making them feel very frustrated. And I know sometimes they don’t get exactly what I’m thinking. Because most of the time, I don’t even know what I’m thinking about.

But they’ve endured through it all. They’ve tried to their bestest ability to be considering towards me, even when I believe I’m at my worst.

They are the true people who don’t mind. Don’t mind that I lie sometimes, don’t mind that I’m not the great person some people make me out to be.

I could be the worst person in the whole wide world, but they would accept me for who I am.

And not for one second am I not thankful for that. Even in my cursing and swearing moments at them.

For everything, a simple thank you doesn’t suffice. But thats all that I can give.

So thank you to my family, for accepting me at my worst, for trusting me and for giving me all they can (even when I don’t see it sometimes).

I’m going through some bad times, where what I can only describe as ‘evil’ thoughts passing through my mind.

And in these times, I feel so frustrated and really very very sad and emotional. But somehow, after some thinking and some talking, I realised that there are still things to be thankful for.

The dark period may not pass from my life soon, but as long as I have people like my family to support me. Then I believe that I can live past it. Past the rebellion. Past the sadness.

Though no one understands truly how I feel, I’m glad my family chooses to stick by me. And not abandon me in the Sahara Desert so to speak.

Hopefully, the dark period in my life would pass. Soon.

Ending off with a song that describes a little of what I’m going through.

Life Aint Always Beautiful – Gary Allan

Sometimes I feel like I’m the greatest disappointment, and I don’t understand why no one sees me as that. But I am thankful they stick by me anyway.