I'm just a writer who belongs within the 21st century who grows abusing his mind and pulling anything from a virtual world where impossible things happen. A writer who belongs to the 4th level of a lucid dream where truth is almost fantasy. I like dead-ends, they look strangely sweet. I like Ramen, I like orange I like traveling who suffers manic depression. I eat chocolates and believes that it produces happy hormones. I drink coffee who 'likes' suffering every midnight. I like loud music who digs his earphones deep to his ears, an attempt of forgetting the world for a while. I don't believe in many things. I don't really believe in God or in heaven or hell. I don't easily trust anyone because I don't get it how do people mean words, when they mean it less, I mean it more- the reason why things get so tough for me to figure out how to react and at least say something about it. I'm not a genius. I'm just an average 'kid' who calls himself an idiot. And I'm just a person who remembers and who never forgets.

I don't want to point out what's too apparent here so let's start off in something like this.
Spoiled since **94.
A loser in school.
I drink at least two cups of coffee everyday.
I drink.  I smoke once in a while. I do barhopping.
I belong to a broken family.
I stay overnight playing online games.
I don't really believe in heaven or hell. I don't get those places.
I like procrastinating, writing and leaving things unfinished.
I'm a slow writer.

You can check me and my dirty shits once in a while. Don't wanna pick me? it's your choice. Read me? Of course it's a choice.