I'm fifteen. I am a bit spastic and i can be obnoxious. I tend to never shut up when i start talking but i am always smiling and i hate to see others sad. I'm the middle of five, only one brother and thankfully i have both my parents. One of the few things i hate sharing is my poetry so i may not post many poems, and i'm really hard on myself. I know it's not good but i tend to throw out half the poems i write in a day cause i don't like them.