Nicholas

17 now... still a dreamer... still a hoper... still praying for the impossible... but every once in a while you find a dream...

So I'm 17 and dreaming, 17 and writing, still learning, still crazy, still fighting, still listening to my own music, writing my own stories.

I write because forever I had no one to talk to. Because I had a life behind a lonely mask that I needed to talk about...
I wrote 'cus everyone needs to let a load off their shoulders before it crushed them.