Life is a journey, perhaps a sadistic badly planned journey, I don't know. I'm drifting through life, not planning anything anymore. I have big dreams. Life is mostly good, I am a pessimist. I am cynical. I don't know how I got where I am. People usually like me. I'm shy, sometimes. I'm feral. I like to run around in the woods, some would say dork. I like to think of myself as above average. In what I don't know, but who is average really. I like to think of all people as having hearts of gold. I also like to think that most people hate the fact that they can be genuine, so they cover up their inner self with loads of shit. I try to be real to me. I don't mind being disliked, I find it invigorating, almost as good as being liked. I have a few very good friends. That being said, I am lonely. I have been called attractive. I have been called ugly. I have been called skinny, and I have been called fat. I love europe. I am a communist/socialist. I love language. I am not a talker. I don't believe in saying what doesn't need to be said, words are superfluous. Some people think I am gay, I am not. I look at people in teh eyes when I speak, it freaks some people out. I like to larp, it also freaks some people out. I went to a preppy bitch school, I hated it. I was abused as a child, it made me, me. I have a bachelors degree, its pretty much meaningless. Life is rough, but it all works out in the end. Now that I have written a novel perhaps we could move on, tell me of yourself and lets traverse the wide road together for a bit.
