Crooked.

Dreams. Are. For. Losers. And. People. With. Hope. I used to be one of them. The harsh taste of reality really stings. You get used to it. People are mean. Even when you've done nothing wrong. Especially when you've done nothing wrong. I've figured it out. Sick it the hell up. Try to survive school. Then we'll talk. Problem is I've still got 5 years left. 8th grade. That year when you think middle school might actually be okay because you're the oldest now. News flash. It's still middle school. And it still sucks. Middle school is where they stuff all the awkward kids going through middle school. So yeah. Great. Awesome. But it's better when you're me. Because I have two dads. And kids just love that. When I started a new middle school this year I promised them I'd try. Maybe I will. I haven't decided. But whatever happens. Don't blame me. Okay? Good. Awesome.