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Just in case you don't actually read this, that picture's not real.

I was a very two-faced child. I would always suck up to my parents, all the aunties at church, and teachers, but outside of that, I was terrible. I mean, I went to an elementary school where kids swore at teachers like it was no big deal. I stole, cheated, had no swear-dar, and encouraged fights. Heck, I even picked a fair amount of fights. I know, I thought I was soooo tough. When I hit middle school, my parents moved me to John Knox Christian. The first day of school, my thoughts were literally, "What is wrong with these kids? They're all a bunch of pussies." I was in Gr. 5. Even though my parents dragged me there, kicking and screaming, now that I look back, that was the point where I became the most fortunate kid in the world. I've always somehow managed to be surrounded by good people. I have friends who think that sneaking off to Superstore with a teacher's permission is the epitome of rebel. (HAHA, then again, I think rebel is pretending to smoke a blueberry candy stick...) Even when I was in Taiwan, I saw some kids get completely derailed from the overdose of freedom, but I still had friends, people who I had never met before who could've totally easily taken me way off the track, who still influenced me right. It's like God put these people in my life, whether they're Chrstian or not, because He knows I can't hold my own. I just hope that one day when that safety net isn't there, I will be able to hold my own. That's the thing about making choices - you think you can do whatever the hell you want, but the moment you know somebody loves you, that all changes.
Anyways, you guys are all a bunch of pussies... and I love you for that.