I'm Ricky, and my intentions are good, I promise.
I stutter sometimes and try to talk too fast, I'm short, and I make horrible first, second, and third impressions.
I'm 17 in November, and everything's changing too fast for me to keep up.
I've got a good head on my shoulders, I promise.
I'm a mess on a day to day basis. Almost all the time I have no clue what's going on, you don't want to get involved with this.
A lot of the time I have no clue what I'm doing with my life. I just take it day by day and try to figure it all out.
I've learned that life goes on, no matter who you are, what you do, or what you did, it never stops.
My life is unlike anyone's I've ever known, I've had few ups and many downs. Although; I don't complain in the least. I don't like to talk about my past with anyone unless you're very close to me, I have trouble opening up easily.
I feel the need to use outdated phrases, and hate when people don't understand my sense of humor. I'm not rude, I'm sarcastic, there is a huge difference.
I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.
I HAVE MORALS. YOU HAVE HERPIES.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches, like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
I want to meet someone who will actually give a shit
"It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world."
- Chaos Theory
And one day I'll run away, and have an adventure to call my own that belongs to no one but me.
</div>
