I keep thinking back to when I was a kid, I guess since Mom is here it reminds me but I remember being happy then, why did I have to grow up ......everytime something bad happens in my life I wonder what is going to top this ...then something always happens to top it ....how I'm not insane yet I have no idea....if I tried writing my life story in this little box it would be longer than the box and very depressing, I often wonder if one day I will feel happy again I have moments of happiness but never get to feel that way very long...sitting outside typing this I just heard a damn car wreak...