Love, Your Personal Stalker

I am a nice kid, the good kid. The moral compass. I went to church, I sang in the choir. In my group of friends, they sought me out like a priest in confessional when they did something wrong. Why this happened to me, I'm not sure. But it did and I can't change that.

So now it's up to me to free myself. Or that's how it feels. Not many people care about me besides my friends. But, I deal with it. Like orphans deal with their parents' death, something I know well, I grieve in my own way. I act like a perfect person, which I'm not.

So, how I got here, I am not going to tell you just yet, but what happens now, you'll get to find out, as well as my story. Don't want rude, annoying people to know who I am. You know the feeling, right?

so, indulge on my misfortune. I won't judge you. It's the human nature to be drawn to horrible things, especially when something bad has happened to them previously.