For the first time in my life...

I actually wanted to be proved wrong.

I hate being proved wrong.

Okay okay, so I am wrong a lot of the time but i'll deny it until it can be proven (even with something as trivial as whether adults need to carry around paper driving licenses!). But, with this, I actually wanted you to prove me wrong. Because I wanted to be wrong. I wanted to have the wrong outlook; so I could see how others see it and actually believe it myself. But I don't think you have. I think you've firmly kept my view as the "right" one in my mind. And I wish you had changed it. Maybe that was just too much for one person.

Isn't it funny, how when you're sad- the only things you can think of are the shit times? When you think about it, really think about it, the good times far outweigh the bad, normally by like 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000:1 and yet, we never think of these. Why is that? Do we have a fundamental desire to be unhappy? I don't believe that. I believe we all have this idea of perfection which is potentially unattainable. But if you think about how much you do have- and how much of that is amazing. For example; I have the most amazing friends that I wouldn't change for anything- some of which are relatively new and rapidly becoming the favourites and others which are and have been a welcome and thoroughly loved constant in my life, I have a fantastic family who are always there and are always on my side, even though we don't always get along, and an ipod which never fails to improve my mood (:

Stop being a moody cow- and smile Becky (:

Why do we let other people have such a large control over our feelings?
They're mine- I'd like them back.
But then again...