Confessions of a Little Boy

-I do not think much about anything actually, I'm unable to.

-My world is only made up of what makes me happy and what makes me sad.

-I still wake up every morning thinking it will be a brilliant day.

-I'll do whatever I can to make me happy, and cry and sulk when I am sad.

-I think I am grown-up, and I can do everything myself.

-I can get lost sometimes.

-I remember only good things, and forget the rest.