My name's Nick.
I like redheads and girls with raven hair.
I think porcelain skin is beautiful. I like wearing scarves and bill cosby sweaters when it's cold. When it's warm I like to lay in the sunshine and feel the warmth on my face as I read. I'm addicted to sadness and romanticize everything, a glance from across the library, someone holding the door open, and smiling for just a second longer than expected. I'm also addicted to a sort of sadness, one that accompanies thinking too much, and achieving too little. I'm 17, but I'll be 18 in January, that's when I'll be a grown-up. I plan on studying ethnomusicology, or music education. I try not to think about the future because it scares me. I try not to think about the past because it haunts me. I try not to think about the present because I don't want to be me.
I would rather think about people who hurt me, people who I want to kiss, people who I want to punch, and music. I'm always thinking about music. Mahler, Shostakovich, Chopin, Copland, Strauss, Dukas, and Korsakov are my homeboys. They may not know what I'm going through, but sometimes it feels like they do. You may guess that I don't have many friends, you'd be right, I guess that's why I spend so much time on this God awful website.Thanks for reading all of this, whoever you are.