I understand what your saying. Im just a kid who doesn't know anything. Tell me that all you want, but theres still stuff you dont understand. Sure, your right about some things. Im Arrogant, Lazy, Ill-mannered at times, I have a bad anger problem, I speak big, but In all and all im nothing, right? Well some of those things are true. Heck, the majority of the things you told me are true. In the end however, there were things you were wrong about. I can be caring, and I can do way more than you think. Sure Ive been depressed, but thats passed by, for after depression, is Joy and Happiness. You dont know what your talking about when you describe me. Im the only one who can describe me, and even though you were right about things, you were wrong to tell me who I am. Next time you think about it, dont even bother, because your no better than scum, your no better than the darkness of the corner, covered in cobwebs. It didnt take long to see through the lies of your words, and I can actually thank you for telling me all that crap. Because now, my eyes have opened further, and Ive experienced yet another thing to add to the glossary. Thanks, but no thanks, because you cant tell me who I am. Ive said it before, and ill say it again:

"You cant tell someone who they are, because more often than not, they havnt discovered who they are yet. So stand by, watch, and discover how they grow so that you may learn how to do so yourself."

So thanks, but I dont have time to listen to you anymore. Ive given you my time, but now I dont have any time to spare. *Checks watch* In fact, it seems ive run out of time to let loose feelings I built up. Well now this journals finished, but Ive got a story to write. The next thing I post is going to be the completed story, at least, hopefully it will be. Thats it for now, see yall.