I'm 13 and well aware that I am a no one in a world of someone's. I want to be a someone. Like John Green, I wanna entertain and be educational, and write books. So the books I write from 10-20-15 will be the best I can make them. So one day I'll be able to print them and sell them.

 But at this point in time, I know that I'll never accomplish that, so I have decided to write on here, let my ideas flow so people can steal them, and make them better. I'm down with that, if I die right now, 3-30-16, because my allergies someone needs to prevail in my ideas.
My allergies or whatever are still kickin 7-14-16 not dead yet but I'm not in a very good mental state. So anything I'm writing might be upsetting or whatever I feel like.
10-8-16 my parents are fighting. 
11-19-16 I'm 14 now and I want to write still. Ive been kicked to so many curbs. But thats the way of life. Time to write.
It's 1-1-17 and I'm actually experiencing something that if I wrote about it'd be scary.
11-11-17 im 15 now it sucks but hey life sucks
12-31-18 I'm 16, and I'm happy