I've been complaining quite a bit in my past few blogs. That, or I haven't been saying a lot.

My mom told me that I should write a letter to my dad to tell him how I feel. How he is hurting me, how I wish he would fix things, all that jazz. Since I can't seem to confront him, writing a letter apparently is the next best thing, which I agree. I just haven't said anything yet because I don't want to hurt my dad. I'm already hurt, so what is the point of having two people who are hurt, right?

Things are OK with my uncle now. He never apologized or said thank you, but I didn't think anything of it, anymore. I know I did something nice and thoughtful, and sometimes doing good deeds doesn't always have visible benefits. The thought of knowing you were a bigger person and did something nice is enough.

And I am beginning to realize that. I think I am going to try and do more good deeds to others. It makes them feel better, and it makes me feel better too.

I feel so refreshed. I am happy. (:

It does feel nice... people ask me all the time why I bake stuff and just give it away, and it's just the feeling... THE FEELING THAT THEY'RE ALL GETTING FAT! No, just kidding, it feels good to do nice things. :P
» randomjunk on 2008-05-19 06:57:52

it's good to infect ur happiness to other people.
» renaye on 2008-05-19 09:15:00

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