The Point Of Life Indeed.

So much shit goes down in my day to day life, sometimes I don't know how I do it. I approach that sense of self pity, and then remind myself of all the others who are a million times worse off. Instantly, I'm pulled down back to planet earth.

I went to visit my little cousin today after school, it's her birthday. She's 12 today. 12 and already a high school drop out.

I don't want to sound like a super bitch saying this. But she fucked up and brought this onto herself.

Long story short, she called a friend fat, friend found out, cousin is labelled a bully, friend gets older sister on her, cousin is now bullied.

Yeah sure, no big deal to people like me. I know what i'd do, how i'd deal with it, and how it would be sorted out once and for all. But like my mother said, not everybody is capable of doing what i can. (A self esteem boost from my mother? Woah)

She's messed up, with a mentally unstable mother, the child grew up not only bearing her own mental issues, but she was surrounded by her mothers too. As a result, she's a ruined child. I can't stand seeing what her mother has let her become. Not intentionally of course. It kills me inside, everytime i see them. In those couple of hours i spend with them, its enough to set all the emotions inside me on fire. Anger, pain, pity, agony, helplessness, sadness- they're all there. Dwelling inside me.

I hate feeling helpless, and this beyond my control, makes me feel just that. I'm still a kid, with more will power and ambition than i can handle. And its getting me nowhere. I need to grab a hold of myself and these reigns with which i direct my life path and take some control. Actions do speak louder than words after all.

Oh wait...i was going somewhere with this wasn't i? I don't know, my thoughts decided to wander. Cousin + Aunty = moving to the gold coast. Doing the very thing i'd never do; run from my problems.

Have fun, play it safe, keep it sexy.