It's funny, but not really. Every time I say something about myself it ends up not being true. For example, i I told you my favorite color is red, i'd immediately become jealous of a nice blue or an orange, so i don't like to say anything about anything that is concrete, except for the fact that the only thing I am certain of is that nothing is for certain, and I'm not even certain of that.

I'm currently 17 years of age, helplessly hopeless towards the future that I am doing nothing to ensure or make "solid" of, and slightly talented in the arts (so i'd like to think).


Let me see, how can i possibly convey to the reader my pure essence in a short synopsis of the experiences of my life that made me who I am and who I'm not in a short, but attention grabbing "About me"  section that will probably have more reads than all of my works combined. I'm rebellious towards rebels and conformists alike, so i neither conform to the norm or the rebels. I won't ever say who's right or who's wrong but i'll make sure to tell both sides of the story, besides, right and wrong are both relative, but that's for a writing of it's own.

Ok let's see, what else can i throw in...Am i rambling on too much? If I am just tell me. And i don't mean that in the way way a fat girls asks if you think she's fat, i mean it honestly, i won't take offense, and if you told me i was fat i'd probably put two and two together and realize that i should go for a goddamn jog instead of sulking around my house thinking about how fat i'm not. 

Life is about growth, if you're not growing, you're dying. But why put so much value on life anyway? It's pretty selfish once you think about it take me for instance, I sort of WANT to die, i wouldn't be upset about it, but the people around me would go apeshit and i'd become a damn legend in my death, like all those people who have to die before anyone realizes how much they almost meant to them.

Manifest Evolution.