Name:
Let's keep this at The 5th Wheel, shall we?

Age:
I'm 90% dead anyway, who cares?

Hobbies:
- Music Production (Soundcloud link is... I don't know, somewhere here.)
- Poetry (I write about anything I see, hear, smell, touch or taste.)
- Fanboying over irrelevant stuff (I'm not one to specify)
- Reading Levviosa147's stuff (she's damn good, go check her out)
- Playing League of Legends (NA Server: Xperion572005)
- Hating / regretting / avoiding everything (except for the interwebs)

My Story:
I don't know??? I live fairly normal life, except that I'm made to be dark. It's in my blood. I'm a cold-hearted nightmare in reality. I'm also addicted to being a 5th wheel (thus the name of my account). Didn't get it? Here, lemme explain: See when you're a third wheel, you're kind of just there. But third wheels can still count, I guess. 4 wheels, well, I don't like 4. When you're the 5th wheel, you're a spare tire of a car. You got Mommy Wheel, Daddy Wheel, Brother Wheel and Sister Wheel. And then you have... a spare tire. A mish-mash of rubber and metal. Weaker than the others, out of use 99% of the time. Other than that, yeah, I'm normal.