ive always had the life that many people want. the snowmobiles,dirtbikes,boats,campers. you name it and ive got it. but what i dont have, is a family. granted, ive got more a family then some people have. but id rather not have one at all, then have the one ive got. i would trade everything i own for parents that actually love me. parents who dont think im a waste of time, or an immature child. ya, so i tend to be a little harsh sometimes, but all in all im respectful towards pretty much everyone. i just dont understand why i can never make them happy. ive never once made them proud of me. they dont brag about me to other people like they do my brother. i'll never be as good as anyone else in my family. my older brother's got his fucken band, my little brother is such a "good kid, he volunteers at the nursing home 4 days a week and he's a hard worker." my moms got all sorts of degrees and shit, my dad owns his own company and is very successful. and what am i? a nobody, who isnt even accepted by her own family. thats great. and theres more to my story, but im not really in the mood to write anymore. i just feel like sleeping. wonderful huh?
and as Max said, "you gotta clear up your head one peice by peice". and for once, i think i actually understood what he meant.