Day 19 of hospital life

Okay so this is my first blog ever.
Just getting the hang of talking about boring useless shit. Hope I do it right.

I’m Kelsey =]
16 years old
That’s 199 months =/
Nothing special.
Just another girl.
Like everyone else I guess.

Day 19 of being in this hell hole, also known as Westmead Hospital. Got a gate pass so now I'm allowed to get out for two days and one night over the weekend =]
Am so excited to see my lovely friends.

Its funny how your oldest friends aren’t necessarily always your best friends. It's true. I mean why assume that, -hey!- Just because you grew up together or have known each other your whole life, that suddenly makes you the closest of friends. Its an excuse really or a get out of jail free card. You can’t fight with them because you HAVE known them your whole life and BECAUSE they ARE your oldest friends. But not your closest... AND NO that is NOT aimed at anyone, I happen to love all my friends, ESPECIALLY the old ones. And the new ones. It's just my general observation.

And I'm while on the matter of friends what the fucks up with everyone always stabbing each other in the back? And lying? Aren’t we all past the immaturity?

I always looked forward to getting older, thinking things would suddenly become easier. That everyone would stop being so god dam bitchy, selfish, insensitive and self centred. But truth is it just gets worse. Every day. And I can no longer ever see it ending. Until you’re dead that is. But even then I spose people would STILL bitch about you.

WHAT IS THE APPEAL OF BITCHING ABOUT PEOPLE?

Is it to make yourself feel better?

Probably.

Or is it just for the fun of it?

Defiantly.

Is it because you have nothing better to do with your time?

I'd say so.

Or is it intentionally to make the person you’re bitching about feel like shit?

Maybe.

I'm sick of it.

And NO I'm not saying I'm perfect and don’t bitch, because I am sooooooooooo far off perfect it's not over the next hill, or the one after, or the one after that. I'd say I'm around a gazillion light years away from it.

But I would however like to say this.
A) If your bothering to actually read my blog then cool beans, power to you, sorry if I offend.

And

B) Okay everything you say or do towards people can have a greater impact then you could ever imagine! People may seem tough, like their handling it but most of the time their not. Knowing you being bitched about is the worst feeling ever and sure people say I don’t care they can think what they want but truly if you don’t care then your not human. Because it hurts. It really does.

And just the simplest of insults can send someone over the edge okay? Whether they are stable or not or have just had enough.

PEOPLE BITCHING IS A SERIOUS PROBLEM. People KILL themselves over it okay? People cut themselves over it. People feel like shit because of it. People develop problems over it.

How does that make you feel? HOW would u feel if you bitched about someone and they found out and they killed themselves? Huh? Or even hurt themselves? Do you care? Or are you really that selfish that you wouldn’t?

So the next time you open you mouth to bag someone’s outfit out, or the way they look, or how 'ugly' they look, think about the effect it could have on that person? Okay?


Wow I have a feeling my blogs are just going to be full of ranting. =/

Till next time
-Kels xx-