God... Am I really this depressing?

I got an email a few days ago from a friend, expressing how she could empathise with me, as she had read by blog, finding it incredibly depressing.

Jesus, I'd better write something good!

Ok, well... I'm feeling chirpy, surprisingly, but there's a lot of problems

a) Laptop broke
b) Broke
c) Can't buy one (See b)
d) Massive amount of homework due, which is on laptop, which could be lost forever
e) Parents being total bitches
f) Parents don't want me to fail (See d + e)
g) This is the first letter of Golf. Thought you'd like to know.

I'm happy, people are talking to me more.
I'm wearing make-up more often and making sure I look nice every day, and people are being nicer. It's a good feeling.

I'm currently reading a book called Big Fat Manifesto, which is about a fat girl who doesn't care about her size, until her school newspaper (Which she is writer for) decides to do a piece on a popular teenage clothes store. Of course she can't fit into anything and gets her confidence knocked a little, then her boyfriend (or FatBoy as he is known in the book) decides he no longer wants to be fat anymore, and chooses to get Gastric Bypass surgery. I'm 3/4's way through and it's making me think.

Thinking is bad for me, if I think too much, it hurts because everything leads back to my pessimistic mindset.

Michael Jackson seems to come back to mind. I feel for his kids (as I have previously mentioned). I know he loved his kids, you can just tell, no matter what he did with his life.

I've decided I'm moving countries after I finish uni, that's the best option. Away from Step-relations, away from terrible people who know me, a new start!

Well... nothing much else is going on, although I've given up on losing weight (for now). It's too hard to juggle things I'm already struggling with.

Much love,
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Aqua_Nautical! xx