My life is a mess. I'll be the first to admit that. I can't walk down the street without it taking twenty minutes and I'm constantly counting. Counting and finger touching, which is pressing my thumbs to the tips of each finger. It calms me. I count to twelve again and again and again. Did I mention my mom is overprotective, my dad doesn't care, and my life is falling apart? I'm a 15 year old who can't even get his food in the lunch line at school without having a break down. So yeah, that's my life. Who knows what will happen. Maybe you'll know all my secrets, or maybe you'll be lost in the wonders of my special brain. It depends on if I can trust you though. But know, once you get me talking, I don't stop.