I was a dumb, sort of ignorant kid...and then I grew up, always wondering why I was sad....well, just like everybody else, I had problems...and my problems overwhelmed me most of the time. And then I grew up (I wud like to believe), and just when I decided that things were going to get better, we moved....again!
It took a while for me to get used to this place...and just when I thought I might get used to this, it started...everything happened so fast, I wish I had been paying more attention...just so I could atleast tell when it really started...
I hated it. It was by far the worst thing that has ever happened to me! I gave in to it and let it take over me...Wrong move!....For a while I felt hopeless, sad and terribly depressed even...
But I guess I can still have the lifestyle I want....all I need to do is work a little harder and push myself a little more....and maybe like they say, I'll become "normal"....with an occasional "bad day"....or maybe not...