Post by michael robert mckenzie on Jun 28, 2010 0:58:12 GMT -7
michael robert mckenzie
I'm Michael, I'm seventeen, and... I... Don't really know what else to say. People scare me. I want to communicate but I don't quite know how, too many voices, so many ideals. It's difficult to remember a singular trait. I get on with my family and that's it, I talk to my sister a lot, mostly about my, uhm, preferences. She tries to help my a lot, but it doesn't do any good, it can't, I've made my name, I'm that guy, the boy no one knows. I don't want it to be that way but at the same time I do. I don't want to know what people think of the real me, what if they hate me? The thought almost makes me hate myself, I don't want that. I want friends, I want people to care. I want a boyf-- Well... I want friends... I want to break free.
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