My name is Luca, the Italian and Romanian form of Luke, which means "from Lucania", a place in Italy. I'm not even Italian, but that's besides the point. I don't like talking about myself, because the more I talk, the more you get to know me, and the more dangerous you become.
I'm what you'd call a troubled person, who just happens to run, a lot. I don't like people, and for at least two years now, there's only one person I'd ever actually like. But I already messed that up.
Which brings me to another point: I'm an expert when it comes to messing things up. Friendships, relationships, school, home life, you name it, I'll screw it up. I mean, I always do anyway.
To solve this dilemma, I keep myself as isolated as possible so not to blow up anything around me. Which is actually kind of difficult, because I can't be isolated when every other thought that pops into my head is about her.
Damn it.
That's why I run.
