I've played piano for almost 6 years. It's my life, i must admit. I love anything about piano from classical to jazzy to everyday pop music. I grow up in harsh environments. No violence or anything like that, but my father is jobless and my mother is barely making money. My parents are also divorced. I don't think about the financial issues, though. Nor the criticism in school, I try to focus on my piano. My drawings. My singing. Music. Life. It is hard, so don't think I am living in a dream world. I've had my deep depressions, but all you can do is try. "Trying is an award of its very own. . . . No one can really blame you for trying anything." I'm different. Plain and simple. Actually, it's not plain and simple. I'm not plain OR simple. I'm weird. There are things I possess that you never would have thought I possessed. One more thing. I admire my father's intellectualism and my mother's humor, but that does not mean I agree with everything they say. I contain my own beliefs and ideas. As should anyone.