I am not a happy person. My name is NOT "Happy-go-lucky Bryan". No.
I
Am
Just
Me.
I am Bryan Alexander Freemon, I am sick, the paramedics know me by name. My life has been anything BUT happy, but I am learning to finally get along with life, thanks to a select few very precious people. I'm learning to tolerate this existence, and I'm learning to believe the people I love more than these freakish voices. Anyone who knows me will tell those who don't, that I am sick, and I get really really scared... a lot actually. I'm nothing without my sister. If anything happened to her, I'd be an empty shell of a boy.
That's
Another
Thing.
I don't think of myself as a man. I think of myself as a freakishly tall boy. Get over it. I'm a kid, so what? Lol, my brother said I act like I'm younger than him, and he's twelve. It's not true. I sit around on writerscafe or my email, sometimes both, and I talk to people I barely know. And I love it, too. Either that or I play video games and pwn (Yes, pwn) my sister at Rock Band or Guitar Hero, because she's horrible at it.
Life is too short to waste.
And it took several very amazing people to make me realize it.
So from this day forward.
As long as I can help it and nothing goes wrong.
I will NOT bug anyone with my problems ANYMORE.
Even if I'm dying inside, I won't tell.
Guess what?
If you don't like it?
SUCK IT UP!!