I live in *censored for privacy purposes by the Association of Epic Awesomeness* and I go to *some president* school. I love books and music, hate with all my soul Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber, and Rebecca Black, and laugh and cry and love and hate and live. My life is full of weirdos and freaks and friends and people I don't know and never will know. My life is full of sparkly dust and dreams and utter weirdness. I'm addicted to books like people are addicted to cocaine.

I've spent years building up walls that I can't break down, and no one else wants to try. I'm angsty, sarcastic, pessimistic, realistic, and secretly a romantic at heart. I feel pain, hate, mild joy, loneliness, longing, pure, radiant happiness, deep, shattering sorrow, and an aching sort of calm everyday, and I take it and put it into words that can never make sense to anyone, including myself, and which I always delete. I write stories that I take hours to write, then I scream at them, tear them apart, plead with them to stay, but finally they leave and I can't write them anymore, and I delete them because I don't understand them anymore, and I don't understand how I ever thought they could have worked.

But I'm trying to grow out of that :)

- Theo :P