Now I have to analyse myself for the general public xx;; Um.. What's there to say about me really? You could characterise me and put in so many steryotypes that quite frankly, after I stopped caring, I stopped counting. I'm strange. I enjoy being that way, and I don't intend to stop. I'm fourteen, and I feel like I've lived to the point that if I were to die tommorow, I wouldn't feel (Thats right, I wouldn't feel, because I'd be dead..) that I'd missed out on much. Not that I particularly want to die. *Shrug* Umm.. oo; I'm open minded, loud.. Opinionated.. I'm lazy, yes, very lazy.. I'm broken, kind of, but not to the point where I'm in need of repair.. I talk.. Alot. Anyways, I'm pretty open to anything. Not about to reject something because it's new or unheard of. I have beautiful friends I would gladly die for, and generally feel that the world - and the vast majority of the people in it- need to get a reality check..

Just doing what I do so that I can appear sane....

Indecisive overthinker. Rantaholic. Artist. Gay male. Happily spoken for. I randomly perform Shakespeare, my favorite movie or musical at the time, no audience required. The voices in my head always roar with approval. I never take a breath without worry on my mind. I care, too much. You'll hurt me without meaning or wanting to, but that doesn't make it hurt any less. I have a sensitive soul, an old soul, a soul that takes a beating due to my own insecurities.

Are you suffering?

24 year old living in Michigan with his boyfriend, aspiring to be an author. That's about me.