i was looking over all my journal intries today and man when i look at them i think of the funniest times. like aproximately one year ago i started singing lessons we can barely afford. xd
dad tells his friends that ill be a rock star, but im not good enough and i know it. he should two. all i know is that the best i can do if that is teach choir, but i cant polay instraments. mom says its too late to start now. im stuck with nothin' but my crapy art to do. i want most to be a writer, but i suck at that. i come up with ok plots, but the story on paper is always horrific. art seems to be my onley strength. im dumb, ugly, and untalinted.
ok. im done complaining.
im glad im alive. i have 2 great parents who love me. they are davorced, but i still see them both and i have many great friends who care. i know many interesting people, and im proud of what i know. many people less fourtunet than me dont have a roof over their head, let alone a computer!
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