So… Wassup?! No, that’s not really me. I’m just really. FREAKING OUT. Because I can. Anyways, figured an introduction was in order, so here I am, introducing myself. By many names am I known, but by none am I bound. The faces I see, the masks I wear, None are real, But it is something we bear. Your heartache is yours And my heartache is mine, But in the end, We’re one in the same. Yeah, I’m a poet and now you all know it. I wrote it in…under 10 minutes, so it isn’t that awesome, but the beginning is great. That has to count for something. Anyways, I’m pretty sure I’m asexual – granted, with quite the libido – because of my lack of interest with a sexual act I have engaged in (it was hot at the moment, but I didn’t give a damn in the end). I was interested in him, but…just not my thing. Granted, I have quite the submissive streak residing within my cold heart. In the end, I’m awesome. That’s all you need to know.