Birthday boy

*I am typing this on Sunday February 10th as I'm laying in bed.*

Well today was my birthday, I am now a 17 year old. I remember when I was in the fifth grade. Oh man where these seventeen years have taken me, all i the things i have done, the things i have seen, the places i have been, the girls i have been with and the people i have interacted with; all of these things play through my head like a super-8 movie, repeating endlessly.

In the past year me and my father have grown a lot, I went from someone who was continually disappointing him to a son he is proud of. Over the summer i saw that he was very lonely and he was thinking about making a drastic change in his life so he could be happy, then he met a woman-she is pretty awesome- and very quickly fell in love with her just as she had for him. She treats him incredibly and as he deserves. My father has never given up on me, even though I have messed up a lot in my life. I truly respect and admire that man who sings Adele in car rides.

I feel I have grow a lot mentally - almost all thanks to my father- i see world so differently than everyone else around me.

The pain i have experienced in my 17 years has made me try to give up forever and end it all. But I can't. I must fight on through life for my father, my rock.

I'm always daydreaming about the future, how incredible it will be, how I am going to put my mark on this earth, filling stadiums and bringing everyone together at one time and have no worries just like me when I listen to incredible music.

Happy birthday to me.

"I would rather Be hated for who i am than loved for who I'm not"-Kurt Cobain

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