If nobody likes the real me should I change who I am? Is the person that I call the real me anything but a lonely little looser of a high school reject that never really grew up? I don't know whether I'm staying with her because I'm afraid of feeling lonely, she says she wants to


A month and a half Later . . .

The only reason I'm publishing these half thoughts, is because I have a delusion of someday being famous and this blog will be the chronical of my assent to greatness or my slow, painful decent into madness. At this point, I really don't know.