There must be something wrong with me
My mind is just a sickly little alibi
And why am I surprised you're giving up on me?
Goodbye: the word you're wielding like a knife

If you recognized that song, kudos to you. If not, I reccomend you listen to a little band called Say Anything.

Well, my name is Bryce. I'll be 18 on the fourteenth of August. I'm not your average 17/18 year old. I'm probably one of the youngest College freshman in my area, and I don't socialize well. I am rarely the first to talk to someone because I have a stupid mental problem where I think people don't want to talk to me. I dot the 'i' in marching band (go flute!) and spend all of my time online, where I am much more interesting. Despite my passion for writing I woudn't say it's a talent. I do it for fun, and I get frusturated when I lose interest in a story.

I like music, and it is often the one to inspire me to write or it gives me a new idea for a plotline. I wouldn't say there are many things that can inspire me to write aside from music and sometimes nature. When I get really into it my writing can get amazing, in my opinion. But otherwise little effort goes into it and it's very plain. You might notice the changes in my writing from time to time, but I try to just write when I'm in a good mood.

I like to roleplay. Lame? Maybe, but so are a lot of things I like. I'm also very interested in Ball Jointed Dolls, though I have no resins.

If I really seem that interesting and you want to further learn about me or send hate mail, feel free to email me. I'm a very nice person.