I wanted to thank everyone who's ever watched me, commented on something, faved something of mine, or just stopped by to say "hi, I like your gallery, it's cute." I'm thankful you people accually take the time to talk to me, and I try to make an effort to talk back. I try to put a smile on, say hello back. I like it when people acknowledge me. Call me vain, but it's true. Because...really...I'm not exactly happy all of the time.

School is my main problem. The children. The constant put-downs. The constant stream of insults. I'm...apparently way to weird for them. And they don't know how to handle it, besides what they know best. The insults, the hate. But it's a small problem, some would say, but...I haven't been handling it like it was a small problem. I guess I'm at a breaking point. So much that I'm becoming unhappy with the way I am. Amy knows this. But I'm too sensitive to accept help...

So what's this mean? Am I gonna kill myself? Of course not. I'm not an emo-kid. So what -will- I do? Become meaner, tougher, stronger, and more of a hard-ass?

No.

No.

No.

I'm doing what you're not expecting me to do in a situation like this: I'm going to put a smile on. I'm changing me so I can like me. And maybe so others can too. I'm going to be nicer. I'm going to be stronger, less sensitive, but more happy, more caring. I'll care about you guys like you do me. I already try at these things, but fail. But I'm gonna try harder. Oh so much harder. I'm going to be someone I can like. Because I'm tired of me.

So, I'm gonna put a smile on. From now on, I'm going to be better. I'm not giving up on deviantART, or my rants. I'm just going to be a person I can like.

Thanks for reading,
Shannon M. Murphy