I dont know where to start. I dont think I can. I'm only driven by the constant need to share my heart with the world. I never can though. I'll come up with great inventions, specatuclar stories, and towards the middle of all of them, I realize they aren't really mine. It's just a duplicate of something I've read, only with my own words. My mind is very different from others. I think differently then other 12 year olds. I dont have many friends because of it, but its a good thing. Because of this special gift i am able to have true friends only. the type that will always stick with you no matter what. I amlike a feather floating in the breeze, never quit staying in one particular spot, seen by dozens of eyes but never closely examined, greatly misunderstood, normal on the outside, but the truth is, without my kind, nobody could fly.

I have none worthy of sharing...yet

I have nothing that u need to hear about