Alright, so I’m not too much of a talker around people. Nor am I much of a poster on facebook. I just don’t see the need to profess my every thought to the world. Aside from that, I’m insecure in my thoughts, so why would I share them with anyone else, if I can hardly discuss them with myself? However, I think I’ll give tumblr a second chance. I won’t ask a single person to follow me, and I’ll just post my deepest thoughts and insecurities here. Regardless of whether they are logical or sane. But first off, I think you should learn who I am. Here’s what you need to know:

• I am both an actor and singer, secure in neither, and certainly not a dancer.
• I play the Mellophone. (working on French Horn)
• My father is dead and has BEEN dead since April of 2009.
• I am 17 as of right now, but will be 18 on September 18, 2012.
• The number 23 is following me, and I enjoy its companionship.
• I do at times enjoy looking at myself in the mirror. Mostly because I remind me of my father.
• I hate arguing and I especially hate losing an argument. This might be why I try so hard to be right all the time.
• I’m somewhat TOO sarcastic. And I know it, but it’s how I was raised. I can’t ignore an easy target and I come off as cocky, arrogant, and I sometimes upset people. I hate that about myself. I never intend to hurt anyone’s feelings, but I’m not sure how else to communicate sometimes.
• I’m the typical “nice guy” in relationships. Now as nice as that may sound, nice guys get walked all over and trampled by the girls they attract. I need to learn to step out of that persona.
• My family is not close knit at all. Aside from being essentially the only part of my family in this section of the country, I don’t exactly find myself to be close with my immediate family either. Because of that, I tend to be either a recluse and hide away in my room, or out with friends of my own choosing.
• I often wonder what my family life will be like if and when I get married and have kids of my own. Will it mirror my current situation? Or will it be healthier because I know what not to do? 
• I once fooled a therapist into thinking I was well adjusted to the world that lay before me. I didn’t open up to him at all, and he had no clue. Or he didn’t care.
• And last but not least, I sometimes write out entire entries like these, only to discover that I’m not too confident in them, and I delete them almost immediately. Lucky you, I didn’t do that this time.

Sonnet is really quite difficult to write. Not absolutely sure now just why I waited til the last minute to start it. It sucks to suck now, doesn’t it?