Anyway, I guess I could kinda sit here in my room and tell you particularly about somehow who seemed to break me apart somehow, however though this is no unique stories with fantasies of what's real, and what's not I simply tell the truth and I hope you all understand that in order to grow, we must all find our paths to ourselves..
Wait I don't think that quote goes the way, okay anyway ignore my peculiar thinking, I think it could be more formal if I read more, but the truth is that.. okay I suck.
However, this is the story of me, well my life. I'm writing this because I really really just hope that someone just someone, in this world could just please understand me and not help me, in the way that I don't ever wanna be helped, I just want to help others, and be there for people, and help be able to deal with the heartbreak, and all because....if there's anything else that I could tell my past self it would definitely be this...
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.