Well, when I'm not depressed I love my sense of humor, both of my parents had a great sense of humor. I love my balding head :biggrin: I started loosing my hair at 17 so when my friends began freaking out about their receding hairlines I thought it was hilarious.
I love how I refuse to be part of the "in crowd", even throughout grade school I had a few "popular" friends I hung out with but then I would hangout with the jocks, nerds, and outcasts. I was kind of a loaner/drifter, and I loved the time I spent by myself.
I love my love for music, I'll listen to almost anything. the look on my friends faces is priceless when we're listening to my ipod and the next song is classical music or blues.
and finally, I love how stubborn I am. I love it when someone tells me I can't do something. I started off my first year of college with a 1.8 GPA, now I'll be graduating this spring with a 3.4. I had tons of people (including teachers and family) tell me I'll end up dropping out after my first year.
what I hate about myself, my depression, I was always smiling when I was younger. my temper has also shortened. and I hate how awe-full of a speller I am, you would think someone who likes to read and about to receive a bachelors would know how to spell and my short term memory his horrible aannnnnnnnd I'm dyslexic. I think that's it.
I love how I refuse to be part of the "in crowd", even throughout grade school I had a few "popular" friends I hung out with but then I would hangout with the jocks, nerds, and outcasts. I was kind of a loaner/drifter, and I loved the time I spent by myself.
I love my love for music, I'll listen to almost anything. the look on my friends faces is priceless when we're listening to my ipod and the next song is classical music or blues.
and finally, I love how stubborn I am. I love it when someone tells me I can't do something. I started off my first year of college with a 1.8 GPA, now I'll be graduating this spring with a 3.4. I had tons of people (including teachers and family) tell me I'll end up dropping out after my first year.
what I hate about myself, my depression, I was always smiling when I was younger. my temper has also shortened. and I hate how awe-full of a speller I am, you would think someone who likes to read and about to receive a bachelors would know how to spell and my short term memory his horrible aannnnnnnnd I'm dyslexic. I think that's it.