The story so far:
I want to rant. I want to vent. I am so **** intense and very few people know it.
This is my forte. Writing. I love it. It loves me. When my computer feel my hands press against its keyboard, it explodes in ecstacy. I am king of my own world.
I love to shock people with words. My main objective when I write is to keeep you up at night. Thinking about what I wrote. Thinking about me. I want to blow your **** mind.
My mind accelerates at very high speeds. I hate myself because of it. Sometimes I explode with such intense **** that I cannot even think straight. Makes me want to pull my **** hair out strand by strand. It wouldn't be fun if some sort of pain wasn't involved.
I want to leave a legacy of what I have done to those who love me. Even my fans, who may never even get to meet me.
The stories I create will always keep me alive, even after I am consumed by the earth....So I will never truly die.