pubert

I love how it seems a growing centralized theme of american family values is a feelings of exclusion and ostrisum from the ones who you sohuld be able to count on no matter the circumstance. I could rant about my family matters but i garentee a number of people who read this would claim to have felt the same way, and i'm sure an even greater number of the public at large would say they feel the sameway. I just think its deplorable to claim you only love someone simply for namesake, but hate the person they are inside.

SO lets review shall we? A bum ride, massive amount of debt, shit job, and growing parental disaproval would lead someone with a history of manic depression to feel a little down. Well you know what I DON'T! I have these two amazing people in my life who make me realize that all things pass. All that matters at this point is one of the most infatuing angelic voice eyes and heart i've ever crossed. And sometimes pretending to be mature while your making silly faces at a 2 and 1/2 foot tall munchkin and almost burning a house down in the process to porve the saictity of a pinky swear, sleepless nights and pillow fights are all you need. God damn i've been falling for days and i'm thinking about jetisoning my parachute off my back and just enjoying this free fall till i hit bottom. Or could this L shaped hole be bottomless?

P.S. last night the score was 2 to 1 i'm the goddamned champ! Now to dream somemore