Never extraordinary.

These past few days I've been feeling so overly pessimistic it's ridiculous. I'm sick of repeating the words "Life sucks" over and over again. They have no meaning anymore. I've been trying to talk to someone, anyone, that I think could possibly make me feel better but at the end of most conversations, I feel the same or, sometimes, I feel worse. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm whining and such, but it's like I said to Carlos today, All I do is pretend to be okay when I feel the opposite and I'm a little tired of it. All I do is lay in bed and think about things and thinking about things leads to thinking about this horrible summer and thinking about this horrible summer leads to thinking about the other times I've felt this way until it's a never ending cycle. How one person can do that to another, I don't know. I don't like feeling like this, and I would honestly do anything to change it. I guess time is the only thing that will heal.
But then I think about how selfish I'm being when my family is going through such a hard time. My nephews and niece are everything to me and I would do absolutely anything for them, so I'm desperately trying to end my little pity party and be there for my family. With that being said, prayers for my nephew's full recovery are still appreciated, and thanks to all of you who have previously offered them.

Anyway, I'm going to go watch the rest of Secret Life. Sorry if this post was a little whiny, but thanks for reading it?
-Bridgett