This weeks been fun to say the least, my grandma randomly told me one day that if i want something i have to work hard for it. not like in the middle of a conversation, it was more like in the middle of me brushing my teeth she creeps behind me and says that to me. shes awesome. i saw some of my younger cousins this week, theyre father just recently put himself in a mental facility. and when i asked his 3 year old son wheres his dad? he told me that his hero had too much electricity in his head, so hes at the doctor till hes better. people have it a lot worste then i do, so the little shit that does bother me, really shouldnt at all. i realize more and more everyday that everyones beautiful. no matter what. with the shit that ive recently had to deal with, ive concluded that shit isnt relevant as long as im not happy. not always happy when shit goes to sorrow, keep your head up young boy, the wind blows tomorrow.