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Geniale.

I am depressed because somewhere in my brain something isnt wired right, and there is too much or not enough of whatever chemical causing me to have a very real feeling that nothing is worth doing. He pasted away from brain cancer at the tail end of my seventh grade academic year. My seventh grade nights consisted of sneaking out, running around town doing various not so legal things, and much more drinking than the average thirteen year old. I would say that I had a very happy three years, but the drinking covered how I was truly feeling. I posted how I was so… blah… Im pretty darn excited about all my classes, and can already tell where the difficulties will be so I think that’s good.