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I'm sure most of you know that song...by Simple Plan. Perfect. Unfortunately I never liked the song, it was always the type of song I'd here on the radio, roll my eyes and turn down the volume, or change the station. Here I am, 11:45am, I'm bored as hell, its hot and I'm going through my music library. I see the song, shrug and decide to play it, just to see if any memories fly infront of my eyes, reminding me of things long gone.

The song starts and my eyes go wide, how could such a (in my oppinion) crappy song bring back such wonderful memories.

The last day of 8th grade, the day we all get to sign yearbooks, hang out with friends, laugh, joke, cry, remenice. I can't believe it brought this day back. Over a year ago it was, the day I cried, smiled, died inside. I remember getting all my friends in a circle, singing, our arms around each other, listening to the crappy music the Principal insisted on playing. It brings a tear to my eyes.

Then the song goes on...breaking into the chorus. One thing comes to mind. My father. It seems that I can't make him happy...ever. I feel as though I should be perfect, and I'm just not. No one is. I'm supposed to be a straight A student...I'm supposed to be thin, pretty. I'm supposed to have a boyfriend, tons of good clothes, money. I just don't, and I can't help but feel hatred towards myself because I can't please him.

Whats wrong with me? I can't seem to make anyone happy, please anyone. Here I am...the song is coming to an end...I'm wishing it wasn't over.