Ironically.. my life is ironic.. It would be ironic if.. I died this year considering I was born 1991 and I'm 19 (almost 20) and I have STD results ON my birthday and I may have some issues with my apartment complex if I can't get papers from my payee or the social security in time.. and I'm not suicidal considering all my shit for once.. So that would be ironic.. Ironically after my aunts death my rabbit died week later.. her name.. Tia.. in Spanish.. Aunt.. my aunt was from Argentina, where Spanish is main language.. Ironically my bro died day b4 his 13th birthday.. ironically my parents only ones there when he died and cant give me strait answer.. What really happened.. Ironically they didn't know how to take care of him as an adult Ironically they found notes from him on his typer after his death ironically I was given up at age 16 to foster care for being so suicidal and now my parents want me back now that I'm "better" * Ironically my mom is in charge of my funds and ironically I think I finally figured out just how bad my parents are.. Because ironically I calculated how much I SHOULD have left over and I'm not receiving some $50 a month that is MY money.. Ironically I went to go to skate park today and started raining when I got to bus stop and now its sunny again.. Ironically my life is SO ironic, no one believes me! I'm so tired of my entire life of IRONY!!