I'm Okay, thanks for asking

After thinking about the subject and downloading six Finch songs about breakups, I realize that I'm okay. Here I am, dying over failing a stupid drive test. At least I didn't get my heart broken. At least no one I love died. At least my family is not going through tough times (although, we might almost be there, I think). There are more serious things to be sad about. Being sixteen, driving may the most important thing in the world right now. How about two years from now? How about ten years from now? One day I will have a family (don't laugh, I think I'd make a good mom), and this will look so stupid. It will only serve as a story to tell to my daughter. So, I'm sorry. There are people much wiser; but they are not necessarily wiser because of what they have, maybe they are wiser because of what they lost. I read that somewhere. In a couple days, I will probably be in the same place I was two days ago. I'll probably write about Choke which I read last summer, and I think is worth writing about. But here I sit, listening to the angry punk rock of The Distillers, trying to feel happy. I hope I do good by writing this. I hope you realize what I have realized, and if you're sad, dont' be anymore because there are things much worse.

I wonder if I can get some pictures on this thing.