To be completely honest, I do not know where to start. I write just to ease the pain I go through. So whoever reads this, good luck. Its just my mind on paper.
I don’t even know where to begin. I constantly write away my feelings on paper, and honestly, this is the only way I can maintain my sanity. Talking to my book, what I call it, keeps me intact. My pen is the only thing, the only object, the only instrument that keeps me from blowing up. My pen is my sword; the book, my shield; the words, my arsenal of weapons this is what I call them. Through these words, you will know me, who I am, what I have become, what makes me a man, a being, and most of all, an entity.
Demented, analytical, noble, tormented, ingenious, young, malevolent, original, orthodox, rigid, existing!
