So My name is Sam, at least that what I go by on Wattpad. If you've gotten this far in this book, if you can even call it that, then you know that I've seen better days. To be honest, I deal with shit every day and this is just a nice-ish place to vent.
Now before you go off like a dick and start telling me that I'm just some emo poser, I'm not. I deal with bullies, real ones that beat me up on a daily basis and depression that I should be taking drugs for. I do self harm on really bad days but I try not to because the scars are pain to hide. I mostly cut my legs and cover with black jeans which isn't hard because I live in NH. Overall, life sucks ass pretty bad. I don't really do the friends things and frankly, thats fine by me. Video games make better company anyway.
On a different note, I like to write music/poetry. I also sing and thats actually kinda cool. My singing voice and hair are the only things I really like about myself. (My hair is currently jet black, pin straight- the opposite of me- and about a quarter of the way down my back.) Anyway, I just wanted to do a proper intro so you (If anyone reads this) can have a semi-accurate gage of why you shouldn't waste your time on me.
Anywhoozy, thats all I got, gonna lose myself in BVB now, Sammy out...
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A Book of Random Rants
PoetryThis is just a book of whatever I feel like writing. It doesn't really have a description other than that. Enjoy and I hope my suffering brings you some joy
