I was born into chaos, forever doomed to struggle with afflictions of the mind. I came into this world a (relatively) happy and (relatively) healthy young boy.
Of course, this is total and utter crap.
I was born, but not into chaos. The "afflictions of the mind" I suffer are merely a mild, unobtrusive case of ADD (Attention Defecit Disorder). The most traumatic moment in my life has been getting six stitches after falling off of my bike. The first paragraph was bullshit, yes; but it got your attention, didn't it?
I was gifted as a boy, able to speak and write at levels well beyond my years. I coasted through grade school and did little work, if any. As a result I was a mediocre student. By the grace of God, I got into a top-notch high school where I now struggle to resurrect my GPA, which was brought down because I was lazy as fuck during last year.
I found out last year that writing wasn't only fun, it also gave me an outlet to vent all of my bottled up feelings (as a student at Xavier, a Jesuit affiliated all-boy school, feelings don't get shared very often). So here I am now. Writing down my innermost feelings for the world to see. Pity me if you want. I don't see why you should. Things really aren't that bad for me right now, and they're getting better.
Don't bother reading the stuff on this page. Just the ramblings of a bored teenager.
