Something is wrong with me, but there's something wrong with everyone. I'm somehow frail and weak but angry and loud at the same time. I love art and things that make you think. I think I'm hilarious, and friends say I am, but in the words of my best friend,"The wittiest people are usually the ones who hate themselves." There's something very true about that. Either way, I'm coasting on whatever can get me by and hoping to alleviate some of my inner demons.
Is also a corny dork. :)