So now I guess I ought to write this stupid thing. Well, what I've been told my entire life was I'm an extraordinary delinquent with an extraordinary talent. Cigarettes, drugs, jail, they mean nothing to me. The word, "trouble" doesn't even phase me. Why should it? I'm not your fucking slave! I'm 17 years old. Too young to fight, whatever. I was shipped here because, "I'm a bad person." But why do I care? I don't. I always had a fucking knack for music. Piano, singing, dancing, yeah, it all comes easy to me. Shit. But why study music? It's gonna get me no where. And why have "friends" when all they do in the end is stab you in the back? Fuck that. I'm not your little toy doll to mess with. It doesn't matter what you think. I live my life my way, lead yours the goddamn way you want to. Grades, being smart, and all that gay-ass stuff doesn't mean shit to me! Now get the hell out of my face, asshole!