I don't, like many of my peers, understand myself enough to tell someone who I am but I guess I can share some of the few things I do know. First off, my name is Thomas. I'm 18 and I'm confused. I don't understand the world around me, but I hope to one day do so. I obsess myself with music and art, 'cause they're the most real things to me at this point. I play guitar and bass, and I write and draw... For a long time I've tried to identify myself with other people I've tried to fit into a mold and constantly I felt like one of those toys I used to play with as a kid where you would put the right shape into its appropriate hole. But recently I've discovered that I need to find out who I am by my own devices, not those of others. I've made a lot of attempts in the past to fit in, but right now, I think I'm content without having a label on my forehead. I'm one of the only people I know who has the courage to admit that I'm flawed, and I think it's the most beautiful thing about me. I'm not like anyone I know, and I guess that's hows it's supposed to be. Yes, I had a fucked up childhood, and yes, I am a troubled, but honestly I can't say that I regret any of it and I'm proud of who I'm becoming. Life is a beautiful thing, and I'm proud to say that I live my own.