Getting to Know Me

I was born on August 12, in the year 2002. Yeah, I’m fifteen. Of course my younger years were my favorite because I didn’t know what pain was. Until I fell and scraped my knee, but not that type of pain. The pain when someone passes away or when you get told not to do something you want to do or when you’re told you can never be what you aspire to be. Yeah, that happened. When I was younger, I thought I could do anything. That wasn’t really true. Of course it wasn’t. Then again, every child thinks they can do anything they want. As I got older, things got slowly worse for me, and have somewhat improved. This is only the first chapter and you know more about me than I did when I was young and clueless. But things always get worse before they can get better. The thing is, things only improve slightly but can disimprove by so much with one mishap. The story of my life is short, but it needs to be told. i hope you enjoy reading what’s to come.