youre afraid to stick out your head and say "ok, life's a fact"
I heard somewhere that sometimes life is perfect. It has to be, to make up for all the bad times. Well I think with me, that concept has been reversed. Up until this summer, my life was perfect. Then, everything that could possibly go wrong, did. I don't think misfortune missed a single opportunity. Yesterday, I was just thinking Maybe this is it, maybe nothing bad will ever happen again. This could be the one to end all trouble. Then it happened. I found a tumor on Lars. Lars is my baby. He just turned 9 months old a couple days ago. I'm taking him to the doctor today I think. My dad said he would as soon as possible, but he has to work. And I don't know what to do. It wasn't there on Sunday. What if it keeps getting bigger? I talked to this guy one time. He had a rat that grew a tumor, and it kept growing until it was the size of a baseball. Then it fell off and he died. If the doctor says there's nothing they can do, I'm not bringing him home, because I don't want to watch him die. I never want to see anything or anyone die ever again. I've seen it too many times.

rise to the occasion, yeah