Not Quite What You'd Expected....
Who Am I.
That is one hell of a hard question.
...Who am I?
I just don't know.
I have a name I hate, a father gone, endless confusion, a habit to be lazy, a house that reeks of pot, crap grades and awesome friends.
I am addicted to music (I live with it in my ears), and I may be crazy.
But I don't really view them is bad. Just shaping. They've made me who I am. Some I can change, others I can't.
But none of it will stop me.
Not at all.
I am who I am, though that doesn't necessarily mean I know who that it.
All in due time, I suppose.