I am a human being, using the pseudonym S.J.W. Valentine, because it sounds better with my type of writing style.

I am a teenager who usually doesn't talk or do much, outside of blaring music my old friends called 'emø' and reading/writing. I worked at an amusement park for a while before I ended up having to quit because...life. I have eleven siblings, I only have one younger sibling, who is thirteen years younger than me and thirty eight years younger than my eldest sibling. 

I hope no one decides to investigate what's left of my sanity: you will find that none is remaining.

P.S. I know some things. 

P.P.S. message me if you feel like no one cared today, yesterday, or the day before, or no one will care tomorrow. You might just get a reply from someone who could end up caring. 

P.P.P.S. TWENTY ONE PILOTS ARE BACK AND I AM LIVING (ALSO THE FACT THAT I WENT TO A P!AD CONCERT HAS ME SHOOK)

I'm in America, living somewhere I plan on leaving and never coming back to; the second I turn eighteen.