I can’t win you’re losing fight

I've had this account for a while now, but never used it, for reasons unknown. Well, probably because I haven't been able to start a story and finish it, I always get bored. Um, I am going to post all the stories that I have and try my hardest to finish them up on here, I hope I can work this way.

My mother is the one who actually told me to put my stories out online to get noticed, because she things their 'to die for'.
I think they suck honestly.
And no I'm not one of those spoiled brats who get everything they could possibly want from their parents.
For one, I only have one parent, the other is somewhere in Germany, and we live in a one bedroom apartment.
What now betch.

Anyways, I can memorize things easily, but if it's a memory of something that happened in my life, I would be lucky to somewhat remember it.
I have the worst memory in the world, which is why I'm also going to start a journal.
Be jealous.

I'm obsessed with music, take my ipod away and you just signed up for your own death. I'm not going to be nice about it, only one hundred percent of honesty in this mind of mine.
I'm not afraid to just say what I think, it gets me into trouble a lot but what kind of teenager doesn't get into some trouble.

I'm not really good at reading, but I'm trying to get into it.
Anything long and you might as well force me to be reading.
Well, unless it's extremely interesting, which is super unlikely.

I'm deathly afraid of public speaking, wanna try to get me to do a presentation, you'll get to see me have a mental breakdown, than I'll attack you with my mind powers of evilness.

Something that makes no sense about me would be the fact that I'm extremely afraid of clowns, ever since I can remember, but I have a inhumanly attraction to the joker, and not just the Heath Ledger one, I was in love-or is it lust-with the joker back when it was only comic books.

I like pokemon, pokemon is the bomb, my mom is making me say this, even though it's the truth, I kinda didn't want you to know I felt this way.

Never mind about the journal thing, I made a blog on another site, muhaha.


Um, that's about it, you can leave now.

Now could ever own what’s mine?