life by angela☼

Your alarm goes off, you roll over and wake up, what’s the first thing on your mind? The exam you have today? Work? Something you’re avoiding? You finally manage to pull yourself out of bed and get ready for the day. You look in the mirror and hate everything you see Not skinny enough Skin not clear enough Hair not long enough You say today will be a good day but you go on continuing your everyday routine. When you wake up and the first thoughts running through your mind all morning are negative ones, you’re setting your mindset to be a negative one. You’re basically setting yourself up for a bad day. You don’t choose to fix anything, instead you choose to complain. It’s easier to complain though, isn’t it? But the thing is, every single morning you have a choice. Everything in life is a choice. You can choose to dread something happening that day, you can choose to feel crappy about your appearance, and you can choose to be unhappy. You chose who you are and eve...

I wouldn’t say I was an unhappy person before studying abroad; I definitely was always the one to be pushing positivity, but I did go through a lot that kind of started to put me back on a lesser path. The last thing I thought I was going to be able to do three months ago was pack up a suitcase and travel across the world for four months, but surprisingly it was exactly what I needed. I remember applying to college senior year of high school and you’re asked on the applications if you are interested in studying abroad, my answer was always heck no. There was no way I had the courage to just leave what I knew for such an extended amount of time. But then life went on, things happened, I lost some people, and I realized life is short and you gotta just go for the stuff that scares the crap out of you. I’ve never traveled before, heck the furthest I’ve ever been away from home was North Carolina for a week, how was I going to get on an 8 hour plane ride to Italy alone in a place where ...

A few months ago my world kind of just stopped. This time last year my life seemed like it was in the perfect place, I was happy. I had amazing friends, an even more amazing family, and I was over all just in a really great place in my life. But then my mom got sick along with my two grandfathers. Life just got, sad. There’s really no other way to put it. I had three extremely important people in my life pass away within a few months of each other. Loss is difficult, I understand that, but having to watch my mom suffer for the summer and pass away at such a young age in my life really effected me in a way that I don’t think many people can understand. I just couldn’t be the same constantly happy, and positive person I was before this. Surprisingly though I didn’t get as depressed as I expected to. Obviously it was a lot to handle and didn’t really come as an initial shock at first but when it hit, it hit hard. But, as known from previous posts of mine I got through this by follo...