I just found out some terrible news today about something that occured 2 years ago, and my parents didn't even have any intention of telling me. I hate it when things like this happen, when i find out some horrible truth on accident. I guess they didn't tell me because they didn't want me to know. and then my mom claimed it was nothing. if it was nothing, why didn't she tell me? I asked her that, she had no reply. I guess they told me because I was too young. I guess they were wise enough to know that it would have left me devasted. They probably were afriad of me telling the whole world, which I would have, but now I have no intention of telling anyone and just stating that has made me realize how much i have grown up from a week ago. I'm still a little upset over it, but I did talk to my mom and asked her to tell me the next time something comes up. Despite the 10% of me that's a little upset about this, the rest of me is actually looking at this in a positive way. This incident has made me make a vow to myself, and I'm actually sitting here smiling about how I'm changing. This is what I want, positive change. I think I'm starting a new chapter in my life, a positive one with a hopeful young spirit. I'm ready to live, I'm ready to suffer, and I'm ready to learn, but I'm especially ready to face my fears and my problems. I don't think i can be torn down anymore.