So today aftermy workout I headed to the whirlpool that's in the changeroom and there's this lady there and we just started talking. And before you know it she spills her life story about her back problems and how it hurt her physically and mentally and you know what ? I felt good, it isn't the first time I started talking to a person I don't or rarely know and they just tell me their hardships and I'm happy that they could vent it. I love that feeling that u get when u know u helped someone in some small way :]I find it easier to talk to the elder folks for some reason and they have quite interesting things to share, so sometimes it's really nice to listen. it's almost like your collecting all these stories, it's like u get to know everyone a bit, it's like a book that gets filled. And maybe I love it so much because my life isn't that interesting or full and by collecting other peoples stories I can fill the emptiness. In my life I hope to fill my book ( not an actual book, methaphoracly) with not only others stories but alot of my own. I want a full and fulfilling life that I can look back on with pride.
As a side note I need new foundation ( my old one is from summer when I was super tan and now I'm as pale as ... well pale. I might go to the mall afterschool tomorrow to buy it (I'll have an excuse not to be home and I can do a day of fasting yay :]
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