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Simple? I think NOT.

I'm normally not a angry person, nor do I get mad easily. In the midst of all this, I do seem to get disappointed quite often. For all of you people who might be reading this, I'm almost positive that you will relate to the things I'm about to say. People are CRUEL. People these days do not seem to care about anything but themselves. If you've had a bad week, it's almost guaranteed no one will care. I'm sorry for those people who put depressing things as their Facebook statuses, people may pretend to care, but I don't think they do. Okay, so I know this might come across as harsh, and I promise that I am fine, it just blows my mind how silly some people can be. I love my life 80% percent of the time. I'm not perfect, not always happy, not always the best friend or sister I could be, but that's okay because being perfect was not my purpose in life. My purpose in life this week was to remember who is always there. Someone who WILL always be here, forever. I can kneel down in prayer, and BING, I have a true friend. This friend will ALWAYS care, will always listen, and will always give me that sense of hope that I'm constantly longing for. Thank you Jesus Christ, and my Father in Heaven. I love you, and today I want to be a better person because of you.

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