I've been called crazy. I've also been given a variety of other titles the majority of which are false. Cutter and suicidal, those are the only names that hold any truth. People make such a big deal out of it. Like I'm some freak, riddled death the plague. People avoid me. even ones who don't know me. I've realized that my choice of clothing that creates this repelling quality. Jeans that war way to big on me, boring black men's tee shirts, baggie black hoodies, and my teddy. I guess a person dressed like an emo Goth, carrying a white bear with red maple leaves all over it is bound to get out casted, eh? Well, I'm done with all this rejection. Done with being a no one. A person who no one notices, talks to, or even loves. So, as a solution, I'm fleeing from my issues and getting far away here, and moving to Japan. Mom says this will make a perfect fresh start for me. I can make new friends, maybe even find a boyfriend. I would love friends, but for the boyfriend part, I think I'll pass. The reasons the names I mention hold true, were all because of men. Dirty filthy men. Players and manipulators who are ready to abandon you at a moments notice. Hey, I just realized something. I Haven't sad who I am..have I? Well, if you were wondering, here I go. I am Cryptic. Of course, that's not my real name, its more of a nick name. Kids used to call he this everyday. They'd chant it, trying to insult me, but I liked it, a lot. Mysterious, unknown. A puzzle. Yup, that's me. Cryptic. The most personal thing I've ever said to anyone was this, Hey, my names Cryptic, I'm 16 and as you can probably tell from my tits, I am a chick.