So I asked my Grandma...

Theres no way I'm gonna be able to move back to Maine.

Sorry Rachel.

Sorry Rachel's friend that wanted to "party" with me.

Sorry Tyler.

But odds are I'm never gonna see you again.

Moving on is so very, very sad....

Hello. I'm in home in Ierland now....

If you can call this home...

No friends. No TV. No Sports.

No mom.

I thought it would be really fun living here. But it just sucks. None of my friends are here. No one in my art camp likes me. NO ONE. It's depressing, because everyone liked me back in Maine. And My artwork was considered a value of Vincent Van Go. But now...it's just worthless.

I hate Europe.

Just so people know....

My mom died. Thats what my sig is about on the forums. "Love you Mom, Always" were the last words I ever said to her. Her last words ever were "Live your life out, just the way I wanted to live mine." She died when she was 35. She had dark brown hair and a round race with a huge smile always on it. She was smiling all the time. And I'll never foget her.

So yeah.