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Spent a long weekend at my parents, the first weekend since September that I didn't have anything to do. So I dug up some old boxes from the attic and went on to scan a bunch of old photo books, so I can always see what a total gangster I was: In all honesty it was quite confrontational. I didn't have it easy in school for a long time. I found old documents from when I was three and had a whole bunch of doctors, social workers and the likes figuring out how to help me out. It's such a weird feeling reading diary entries about yourself from an age that you can't remember. I'm fine now, but I also know I wouldn't be the person I am today without my parents and the support they got. Never forget the battles you've fought, Hubski.