Who am I?

A Story by Maddol

As so

Who am I?

I suppose, since joining this minimalist looking website about 5 minutes ago, I am a writer.

I also happen to be a singer. Well, I use to be. Always in a special chorus at my school, always trying to out do the other.

I refused to do singing freshman year, last year, instead opting to doing some art classes. Do I regret my decision? Yes, immensely, but I am to proud at this point to go back and take beginners choir with the newbies in my sophomore year.

As stated (well, not quite, but my s****y language arts teachers always told me I need to let the reader read between the lines, whatever the f**k they meant by that) I am also an artist. A pretty crappy one, according to my grades in art class. Not my fault that the curriculum is f*****g stupid.

I am also someone with diagnosed depression, anxiety, and ADD.

My disorders hold me back a lot. They cause me to overthink, to get distracted, to hide away, to self destruct. It makes getting out of bed really hard sometimes.

The way I would describe these disorders is if you had a ball and chain around your ankle. The ball has all of your faults, all of your worries, all of the s**t you want to forget, dragging you down into a spiral of unhappiness towards yourself.

Drug stores are a guys best friend, eh?

I am queer. Very very queer. I have decided to not label myself at all anymore. I'm not bi, pan, gay, demi, non of that. I'm not a boy, a girl, trans*, demi. Non of that.

Who am I?

I guess, in the spectrum of things, no one important. I will never be a world famous, well, anything. But I can be me, and that is all that matters.