I'm eighteen years old and live on Long Island, in New York. Note, it says Long Island, not New York City, thus meaning, I don't live in the city. So, for all you people with your heads lodged in unknown crevices in your bodies and/or have no geographical skills of the US, New York is more than just a tiny city.

My favorite kinds of music are gothic, synthpop, futurepop and bit of classical. Some of my favorite bands are Iris, Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus, Diary of Dreams, Neuroticfish, Seabound, Antionio Vivaldi (yeah, he's a composer, but shhhhh), Sex Gang Children,and lots of other random things.

And I never go on here anymore. But, I will openly admit that my poems are the worst works I have ever written. They were written during a time of not really knowing myself (oh, so cliche, it hurts!). It was a time of being poser goff and basically forcing myself into a depression despite my life was perfectly fine.

- Note: I do not suggest this. -

Anyway, they're more kept up here as a reminder to myself of wow. What a waste of soul and flesh I was! A good giggle, if you will. Hopefully you can laugh at the pseudo-angst too. If you pity it and offer your condolensces... I'm sorry. Save them for the angst-ridden soul who really needs them. Surely, you'll find many!