All the time I thought everything was okay, I thought it was all good. I got the best friends I've had in my entire life and could ever dream of and I found my true talent.
None of it really matters anymore though, my father is very close minded.
He has never once admitted to being wrong when everyday he is wrong at least three times.
I'm a very mellow person I don't like drama, the one thing my life is full of.
It surrounds me. It consumes me.
Anger, hate, misery, depression, but most of all th…
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Posted on January 28, 2009 at 7:27am —