So yeah, I thank who ever is up there all the time for everything I have. Yeah Dad, I know I don’t act like I’m happy all the time but I am. It’s the kind of happiness that is underneath everything. When I’m yelling about how much she hurts me, I’m thanking that God or who ever he is for giving her to me and for her being alive. And those nights when I’m in my room crying about how badly that boy tore my heart, I’m really praying that he ends up leading a blessed life. This isn’t sarcasm or me trying to be rude. I’m so thankful for all of that pain.