Seventeen.

Well, I'm seventeen today, and I couldn't be more excited. I love birthdays, I just love growing up. Today I feel like nothing can bring me down, not bad words, bad weather, bad friends, or even what happened with Emily.. I hope to do a lot this year, I'd like to mature, go somewhere with the band, meet my father, find a girl to start a wonderful relationship with, gain respect, start respecting, find a good hairstyle, be a better vegetarian, come home on time, get a tattoo or two, and most importantly become closer to the Lord. Here's to being seventeen and having a wonderful year of life.

Wow

People really, really are starting to dislike me. I've got a problem with kindness, I can be a saint to a stranger, but to my closest and dearest friend I am a dick, and the worst part of it is I don't realize it, I've worn out my sorrys and my excuses, so I am going to have to make some drastic changes towards her and to others in general.

I deal with a set of shackles everyday of my life. Its called Racism. Thats all I'm gonna say about that.

I am going through a change, a change that is for the better, I am working really, really hard to become a young man of God. Its hard and my outward actions seem as though I'm straying away, but I promise to anyone who reads this, and more importantly to myself that I am working to feel His grace more and more each day.

I'm not perfect, I'm young, I'm brash and I do care what other people say and think about me. I am trying not to let that last one bring me down.

Happy.

I am constantly telling people to be happy, I've realized that its been a while since I heard that myself.