  I hate prejudice. Yet I still can't help but feel it about people. It's a natural human trait to want to feel better then other people, isn't it?
Life is so ironic, sometimes it's funny, no matter how horrible it is, but depending on your mode of thought, either you're laughing at it, or it's laughing at you. That's funny, and sad. I'm just getting thoughts off my brain. I guess I'm being more free in what I write, even if I know my brother is reading it. I'm sick of worrying about what other people think of my blog, so i'm going to stop worrying, and start writing. 
