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well, my life is a living soup opera. i have turmoil everywhere i turn. my dad tells me one thing and then tells the world something different, hhypercrate(sp). my grandmother is not doing good and getting worse. wesley is mad at me, again, and i have no clue why. ryan and wesley say they are straight. i have work, school and four parents to please and i am only sixteen. how can i please the world? i am only one person. one soul, one body. my dad tells me to do what i want to do, by means of custody. well i gota go my mom is here.
michael
michael