No i'm not commiting suicide but I'm killing this particular DA.

I turned into the person I am now at twelve years old. That's when I became Grayson and started turning into who I really am.

Six years of relationships, friends, enemies, rivals, lovers. Online and off. I can safely say most people I've met online were always closer to me then people I knew from the start. (With one or two exceptions)

Six years of mistakes and misconceptions. About myself and everyone else.

Do I have regrets? Hundreds.

Have I been heartbroken? Absolutely.

Am I sensitive? Overly.

Am I stupid? Maybe.

When I look back on all the people who's lives I have touched, I'm astounded. I'm far more astounded at the amount of people I've abandoned. People I was close too yet don't feel the need to talk to any more. People I've lost touch with. People I have no connection too anymore but a series of sickening regretful events.

You know who you are.

Yet I hold no grudge against these people as I actually like who I am now and where I am now. I would even be glad to catch up.

I almsot never open up anymore. I almost never put everything I'm thinking down. Why should I? In another six years I'll have no idea what the fuck I was talking about. I might not be the same person. I've become a different human before. Why shouldn't it happen again?


=GraysonMitchell Grayson Mitchell is who I am now. Please say hi, even if I might not remember you.