Today started off pretty good. I mean, we went on a trip to Hamilton, went to the park, had DQ. Sounds fun right? (: It was. Then, on the way home my Dad and Mom finally decide to grant my biggest wish that I've been wishing for, for about 3 years now ever since I've seen Sungha Jung. They agreed to buying me a guitar. It's been my dream.. MY DREAM to have a guitar and learn how to play. I was so excited. Then my mother said; "This isn't yours. It's Dad's" I explained to him that it was mine, and that I intended on fulfilling my dream. Then my brother said; "WHOA. I want an instrument too!" My mom then said, that I had to share with him. Which I didn't mind. Until he told people that it was his guitar, wouldn't let me touch it between certain times, I wasn't allowed to play in certain places (Even though he is) and he hasn't let me touch what was once MY guitar, since we bought it. I carried it home. And that was it. Ever had the feeling where your dreams were in the palm of your hand, then suddenly ripped out of it the minute after? Yeah. That's how I feel. It's pretty damn crappy.