Just a boy from a small town, being beaten into submission by the proles that surround me.
A creature of extremes. Sometimes confident, sometimes scared. Some days I can jump into the world. Others? My, my....that duvet looks like a safe place to hide.
Oh fuck......eye contact......they've rumbled me.....I can feel them looking into my soul....they know I'm an idiot. Mustn't look back......MUSTN'T LOOK BACK.
*looks back* Shit they've seen me.
Who I'd like to meet:
Anyone I stumble across along the way.