My name is Greg. I'm 15 and too cynical to be younger than dirt.
I'm a military brat. I don't have a home and I'm scared of new people, although you couldn't tell by the way I act. I'm very shy and I care about what people think, no matter what I say sometimes. I've survived scandal and stuff most people can only imagine and I use that as an excuse to be antisocial.
I live life in the moment, even if the moment turns out to be an hour or two of planning. I've spent a lot of time searching for a purpose, falling victim to existentialism and then to isolation and then to perky and outgoing and back around the circle.
Despite it all, I understand how people feel. Even though I'm reluctant to say it at times, I'm not a complete a$$hole.
My ideals are unreal, but I still think I can make them a reality. I hate my nose, and I'm barely hanging on.
For me that's normal, so stay off the suicide talks, I love myself enough to avoid that.
Thank you, and goodnight.