I want to write but then I don't. I am not a writer. I only put things down on paper, hoping it doesn't sound too shit. I like to read good stories and pretend I'm not alone as I really am. I don't go to school. Not for three years, at least. I have a lot of scars. I like blood and cuts and broken bones and cigarette ashes. I dream a lot. I listen to weird music. Nothing is ever right with me. I can't be happy. But it's okay.