"I wanted to be something, Just shut your mouth"

--Why I write for stupid people--

To figure out why I write, you'd have to take a walk down a rotting forest path. I'd like to call that path Memory Lane. I was a emotional sixth grader, you're run-of-the-mill angsty 11 year old preteen brat. I sort of found this "Punk" in me in sixth grade too, I found myself earlier then my peers which made it hard to listen to them talk sometimes.

But back to my story, when I was this "angster" (I'm coining that word by the way) I was a bone - A - fide loner. I had about one friend who only talked to me on occasion and the other people were just there. But kind acts don't go unnoticed and those select few people who I met through the friend are now very, dear friends. So my lonerself and I we found paper - paper and Emily Dickinson at the local library.

I wrote poems with little to no rhyme - which I still do. The reason why I write for stupid people is because: I don't know how to kill them.

No, I'm kidding, I seriously have no other skills except for the writing. The reason I share my writing with the idiotic populus of this world is because I like to make you feel fucking ignorant.

Thank You assholes,

Megan "pinkspikes" Harris