About Me
Shocking as it is, I'm only fourteen. No, I'm not some corrupted youth. I just write this stuff to vent. When I talk about a guy I've known for years that I made up, causing him pain makes me feel better. He's the combination of everything bad in the world, but for me, I somehow respect and admire him. Not the evil part of him, of course, but more the part that, through all the punishment he endures, he makes it through.
I also write poetry, but to be honest, I really don't think I'm good. Although all my friends say that I am.