Cake for you.

Yesterday, babysitting, was great.
It was a lot of fun. The kids were great. We played some games and watched Ice Age. Then I gave a bunch of kids rides on my back (resulting in my sore neck, haha).
I learned a lot, too. For instance when a kid gets hurt and might even start bleeding, you don't panic. It makes it much worse. Instead you change the subject as you treat their wound or as they're "recovering" from a fall or something. This girl fell on her knee and one of her scabs opened up and she starting bleeding then she showed me and looked really scared. I, of course, having little experience with kids, panicked. Then Rachel got some wet paper towels and Kara held it over her bleeding scab while Rachel looked for a band-aid. Then Savannah started talking about how pretty her necklace was and her and Kara both changed the subject. However, Rachel couldn't find a band-aid, so she taped some folded paper towel on her knee to keep the blood off her pants. It was really a great learning experience. I was very glad I learned how to deal with something like that.

Anyway, I feel like God's been trying to tell me something lately. I think he's trying to let me know not to worry about how I look or what tomorrow will bring and stuff like that. Worrying in general, also. Like I shouldn't worry about what I wear or how I look or act cause if people don't like me for who I am then I shouldn't worry about if they're my friend or not, right?
Well, lately I've had some pretty bad "self-esteem" issues. I don't know what to think of myself anymore. Do I over react and am I, in fact, a "drama queen"? Am I obnoxious? I don't know I've been trying to better myself but then every one's says I shouldn't worry about what people think of me, but then it doesn't work well with my self-esteem, and then people say things about me, and I end up right back where I started. What am I supposed to do, continue to fun around in circles on a wild goose chase? I can't do that for the rest of my life, can I?
I'm very distraught.
I don't know where to go anymore and I don't know where I'm coming from. My grades are slipping, my friends are getting mad at me, my dad's getting mad at me, I'm getting mad at me.
But, oh, I'm not supposed to worry?
Yes, I know, but how?
It's so hard.
Who ever thought of trying to not worry?
I't harder than it sounds.
I have no problems. None at all I create them myself and it's harder than anything to get rid of them. Like a bad dish.
You make a really bad dish, and noone wants to eat it. You can't waste it, so you have to eat it yourself and it dosen't matter how gross it is.
You can either forget about your "problems" that you create yourself and "waste" your life. Then pretty soon all your badly made food goes rotten, and you drown yourself in it. OR you can try as hard as you can to eat away at your "problems" everyday, then you won't drown in you'r own filth.
Wow. I just realised something big that I've never thought about before.
People (as well as me) create their own problems. Even if it's something like you're parents get divorced or a loved one dies. No need to get emotional. Seriously what's happened has been and gone, and what's comming hasn't got to be worried about. It's already going to happen and you can't change the future simply because it was already going to happen like that.

Time is very confusing also.
The only thing you can do is try your best and do everything you can to help people and live right.

That's all there is to life.
Man, I'm a genius. haha
That's totally a joke I'm not that concieded. wait, should I be concieded?
No, I should be humble, right?