Hey there. I compose as I sit in some awkward chair in an awkward house in an awkward town in an awkward state. I'm going to a Naruto convention in Atlanta. I am not really fond of Naruto. I simply don't find it interesting. That's just who I am. I'm away from the house and my stupid parents, so that worked out well. Since I have graced your presence with a journal, I thought I'd add a little more about what's been going on. More and more and more I keep thinking Davey Havok is gay, simply by his looks, the way he acts, and the way he talks. I'm scared to discover the truth, and I refuse to believe that he might be gay. So nobody confront me on that subject. I'm an avid writer, and about four months ago I found God. He's a wonderful, kind, and loving supreme being. If you haven't found God, I recommend that you begin searching. It's so much better than the life you might be living now. Or not. I'll respect you if you chose to be atheist, but I'm just saying. One God is better then none. I wrote a twenty-six chapter novel called "Defeating Clandestine." Christian Fiction. I hope to publish it. I want everyone to read it and have as much fun as I did writing it. I emailed a literary agency about my book, so I can give them all of my money to find me a publishing company. If in the event that you decide to write something and get it published, don't go with PublishAmerica. That was my first attempt. I never told them I was under eighteen years old, because they never asked me if I was under age. They accepted my book, and when I asked them about my age, they rejected the contract and told me that for legal reasons, they wouldn't sign me. So I was like, "Screw that." It made me realize that had I been eighteen, I would have signed my book away for seven years. That's crappy. Now I'm working on "Self-Destruction," a book about R.J. McFarland and his substance abuse. His friend, Jason, gives him an ecstasy pill. He takes it and then upgrades to cocaine in one day. He gets caught with cocaine and now is in jail. That's how far I got. He's going to upgrade later on to methamphetamine. Then his life will fall apart and he'll want to die, and then Lydia McCarthy (i have a "Mc" thing lately) will save him. He will find God and pull himself from his own hole. Now I've dragged this on way too much. So long and goodnight.