I live in a city of sin and a house that's haunted. I see reality through my imagination and my fingerprints glitter. I have a fear of growing up, I am open-minded, and I will always try to understand. My best friend is a black and white cat who likes to lay on my notebook while I write. I am still in search of the person I want to become, like everyone I want to make sure I am the perfect version of me. I have dissected my mind here but many things still remain intact. I hope this will satisfy.