I'm not lying when I say that I have no idea what brought me here. I guess it was that freedom of escape into whatever reality I could find or desired to find, or even create and follow my own path into a journey.

But alas, I've yet to write anything coherent aside from a failed short story about something with which I was obsessed for the longest time, making a failing grade on the project I that ultimately motivated me to write something.

That was two years ago, now I'm just a lonely guy that doesn't do anything with his life and probably won't in the future. High school is such a depressing time if you're not at the top of the social ladder. Yet again, alas, as in the end it doesn't even matter, except it creates those senses of self lacking that last forever.

Sorry you read that, if you're still here. But be patient, I'm trying to write something...