And to think, we all wanted to grow up?

Just got outta juvy and I'm doing great.

Handling my 'C' average perfectly. Hooked up with the hottest cheerleader. Not to mention, my football career is really taking off. I'm a strait up beast.

So I should feel pretty great about myself right? I have everything I really want.

But sometimes, secretly, I feel like I'm in over my head with this bad boy stuff. Don't get me wrong, being feared everyday is like, eating a bowl of candy, but at the end of the day, when it all comes down to it...I feel alone.

God, this emotional side of me really grosses me out.

I didn't used to be this way. All bad-A and what not. I used to be a good kid with like, a good future or something. But, my life kinda fell apart.

No one really knows since I don't talk about it but, my parents passed away a few years back. They were having their anual Friday date night, and some idiot drunk driver ran the red light. The ER said they died on impact...

I live with my aunt and uncle now, and they're awesome, but they can't replace my parents.

After all that, I decided to turn my back to the world. Why did that crap have to happen to me? It's so, so...agitating! I just want to scream at people sometimes when I hear, "My mom sucks for taking away my phone." "I hate my dad! He won't even let me come over to your house!" 

But whatever.