Maybe he was wrong...

Maybe he was...

     Maybe he was wrong... maybe he wasn't... only he knows, and only he can tell. Thats why i'm gonna tell you the story of how i got where I am today in life.

A few months ago I was having an awesome life chilling in atlanta with old and new friends, living the best life I could. That all changed when my dad decided he had damn near enough of good old Georgia. This happened after my dad divorced my mom. He took me and we moved to Miami. It was a grueling 12 hour drive. The movers broke most of our stuff, so we had to replace all of it. That was way to expensive. Soon enough, I made it into a good school where I lived, and made good friends. I soon after tried playing instruments in a band, and got hooked on the flute. Then, I have no idea what happened but, I started getting depressed over the most random things. Probably 'cause it took my dad only two months to find his old girlfriend from junior high.I was angry with him. He left my mother in the dirt, and was already deciding to remarry. Fast forward almost 1 1/2 years, they married and my stepmom got pregnant. They decided to tell me two months before he was born. Again, I got angry with them. Then I lost my girlfriend, TWICE. Oh what a great life I was having. Then I found the most amazing 4 people i've ever met. They were my band mates. Then, they had to leave to. Then it hit me.

I'm the problem. I have the bad luck. Everything I loved, they left me. It was always my bad luck. I've thought of many ways to cure this sadness. Drugs, smoking, but none of those have ever worked for anyone. One has though, and thats the fast way out. You guys should know what it is. I might try it, I dont know, but what the hell lets try it.