He's gone. My poppa Clyde had passed away on Feburary 29, 2008. That man was a saint, he had lived his life to the fullest. I will never forget him. All the great things he had told me about, and what he has taught me. I will never regret one thing I had said to him, and never forget all those memories. RIP Poppa Clyde 1925-2008

I am tired of it. At school I am always being kicked around and quite frankly I am sick of it. I deserve to be respected. I used to be one who would snap at every little thing. I went to therapy, FOR MY FRIENDS! If I am still getting picked on and teased, then I am transferring. I am done. I am sick of it. I deserve more respect there than I get.

I was in California for a week visiting my great grandfather whom which has a few diseases. He has congestive Heart Failure, Lymphnomic Cancer, and Pneumonia. At first I was mortified thinking he was going to die at any second, fearing all the bad in his life. Then I started thinking "He is 86 years old. He lived a full life, full of excitement, joy, fear, and Mostly Love. He led a dangerous life in his earlier days and would still be crazy if he was so sick."

That Idea triggered something in my brain that told me not to be a pansy anymore. That life is too damn short to live cautiously. Go jump over things, Light stuff on fire (within reason ;] ) Just get reckless! Live your life to the fullest and never fear of dying, for it is a natural part of life. So to end this I just want to say God bless my grandpa and live your life as much as you can.

I can never seem to hear the truth from anyone. It seems like my world is full of lies. Can I ever find who I really am? Can I ever find out what the truth is between my parents? Can I ever find out anything? I guess for now I will have to deal with what I can get.