Me.

I've been trying continuously for the past fifteen minutes to write something about me that isn't too freaky, deep, or boring; and I've come to a conclusion: ask me to bitch about someone, and I won't even wet my lips before talking. Ask me about me, however, and I'm at a loss for words. I'm a fucking conundrum, is what I am. Like seriously, I'm not even kidding. 

The main reason I gave birth to this blog, is so that I'd have somewhere in this world to go, and be real. Not the usual me; which is either an extremely sugary, fabulously awesome guy who everyone wants to be best friends with, or a brutally honest fucktard who people can't help but hate. This blog has been brought into existence so that I can be real. Not an ounce of fake. Just pure, wholesome me. 

I could really go on about me (not really) but I'd rather go sleep, seeing as how it's 05:21 AM, and I have to wake up at 09:00 AM sharp, to go to my old school to pick up my younger brother's midterm result with my mom (and brag shamelessly to my former teachers about how I'm such a popular person in my A-level school, and how wrong they were when they said I'd be a failure in the friend-making department as a teen). 

Aly Awadia.