Out of all the things that have happened in the last few weeks I now turn my attention to my birthday where I will now be 21. I feel so happy yet sad cause I have accomplished so much yet nothing. I love how my life is yet hate it. I still move on, though. I try to surpass my feelings about things but I can't. I have found myself crying for both good and bad. I have put myself in a world of my own. I think its nice in my world, its a place where I can be whatever I want to be. My views of things have nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I listen to no one and follow no rules. I have made my own path and I followed it wrong. Yeap I said wrong, why? Well because I didn't do anything I set out to do but I'm still happy. I guess you can say I'll always be happy even after death. Why do you ask? Its simple, cause I lived.