my whole entire family is a fucking calamity. got a lot of problems that really need some handling. i like to get all emo and start rambling. my brain is scrambling. questions need answering. but when i try to ask them, i don't know where to begin. why do all the bad people have a good time living? it's a rigged Fucking system. where the hell is my cousin raven? i really really miss him. come to find out that he got sent to prison. why are some people so cold? im sick of getting back stabbed. that shit is getting old. why am i so awkward and others are so bold? i need to be told. what's the answer?