So tonight I decided to watch a vhs of when my sister and I were little. It happened to be of my moving up ceremony and when I first got sick. Let me tell you... I cried my eyes out. It just reminded me of how hard those times were on everyone. My dad set the camera up on the hope chest we had as my sister and I were sleeping on the couches, he sat down with me and started talking about how it wasn't fair that this happened to me and our family. I just lost it. I just have to remember that I'm much stronger today because of all of that and I'm thankful to be alive.

But anyway, enough with the sappy stuff... I've generally been in a good mood lately. I would like it to stay this way.