Unstable

Dear journal~

If you asked me how my senior year was going I would answer 'good!' with a smile. And it would be the truth and completely sincere. But then why does it feel so.. not-so-good?
I think satan has found one of my many weaknesses and decided to full fledge attack Morgan this year.
It's getting hard. I have no choice but to grow up in this very scary world. With people that don't want you to succeed. Who tell you you are nowhere near good enough. Who boast and brag. Who are beautiful in a worldly way.
I've learned that to 'just get through it' isn't enough. Enjoy the journey. Find the good things. Be grateful. Love wholly. Cry sometimes. Laugh more times. Share your feelings even though its scary. Pray out loud.
These things have gotten me through so far. Friends won't always be there. They'll let you down. Sometimes they're phony. They make you sad. But if you find the right ones, it'll all balance out with the good times. But you must must must find good friends. Even if you now only have a couple. It'll be worth it.
It'll all be worth it.