You think you have it hard? YOU? You don't know what suffering is. Your a pampered kid. You have parents who care. Your not bullied. People don't physically abuse you. You don't get hit. You haven't lost everything you ever cared about. You don't have a crappy life. I do. So grow the heck up Conner. And deal with it. Or cry because you won't grow up and want attention. I don't really care. I don't care about anything. Not anymore.
