You know, it really sucks ass when the right decision makes you feel at an all time low.

Too many memories.  G'bye Xanga.

I'm tired of my opinion or what I have to say always amount to shit in this house. If there's an argument, I'm always wrong. Every time I try to say what's on my mind, I'm always dubbed "disrespectful" or a "smart alec." I'm getting tired of everything I say being analyzed in the sense of "is he going to say something I don't like" instead of "what exactly is he trying to tell me?" Well, at least I KNOW my thoughts are more worth more than a little child seeking mommy's approval.

But on a more positive note, my birthday was spectacular thanks to all of YOU. I seriously love all of you guys and appreciate you being there for me. Sunday's gonna be way shibby. G'night everone.