I'm sat in my bedroom on my new bed typing on my laptop watching a film which i must have seen about 30 times or more. I'm constantly reaching for the tissue box because i've got a cold and really not feeling too well. I have just recieved a text telling me that i have got to play netball tomorrow in the cold weather and overall i'm not in a great mood. So Mean Girls has just finished and i'm starting to pack my games kit as i type, i dont know where my skirt is but i'll cross that bridge when i come to it. As i insert another disc into my DVD player i wonder why i am sat alone upstairs, when my mum and brother are downstairs doing various other things which i could be doing aswell. And the answer to that is, I dont know. But after moaning about several things which arent actually very important at all, i look around and realise that my life isnt that bad and im a lot luckier than i think. I moan about quite a lot of things every single day of my life, but to be honest with you i don't think at all. I never think before i moan, never have and never will. But it is something that people should do, including myself and from now on i am going to try and stop moaning so much because at the end of the day, theres only one chance at life.
Love From Sophie. x
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