I'm really, really boring. I don't know how else to phrase it. There are millions of people just like me-vying for something greater than their existence. I am among the populaces of people who find themselves lost in what they love. I am a beacon of teenage angst, and I'm sure I'll regret this when I'm older. For now, we can pretend. Whoever you are-you are here by choice. And I suppose, by choice, you can read the handful of stories I write.