I would try to figure out what is it that you tried to perceive about me before, and after this appears in front of your eyes. Before you began reading this description, you might have thought that who would even wanna read this? All this might just be another bullshit article-kind of representation of some self-righteous maggot, living in God-knows-which corner of some street, but does that even matter? Do you even know why you ended up HERE? If yes, then great. And if no, bear with me for a while. The answer is quite simple actually, the reason behind the latter points is.. Because.. You'll move on. There is always something new that your fate has prepared for you and no matter what you do, you will eventually forget about me. Now you might think this teenage boy who actually thinks of himself so prestigious and worthy, is just another hypocrite who haven't even been through 'real' struggles of life, or the kind of experiences that we had been through. This guy might not even be this despicable, this human. Maybe all he has is some looks but you can see right through the face more clearly that this alleged human (me) has terrible skeletons, the appearances won't matter any longer because behind this paper-thin sheet of white, is a country of black. So when I tell you that I'm an average student, trying to live a civilised, jack-of-all-trades kind of life, you would believe it. Because here, logic is diverted. It's my word (who is aware of everything about me) against yours (who has but perceived everything about me). I sketch, and I write. I study less and workout more. My trust tank have millions of holes,and I have sealed it up with millions of patches to conceal them, only to find out that it will suffer the scars again, because one DOES want to trust again. I actually might sound melancholic but I'm just hiding behind the tears of a clown. I got an incredible sense of humour i.e less effective in the real world and more through my typed letters.