I Am A Very Shy, Introverted Guy.

I Work 338 Days A Year, 16 Hours A Day.

I Had An Attachment Disorder.

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.

I Believe That No Matter How Many Mistakes We’ve Made; How Badly We’ve Really, Really Screwed Up; How Old, Worn Out, Or Dejected We’ve Become; As Long As There Is True, Steadfast Ambition, All Of Us Have An Opportunity For Greatness.

Hate Is A Cancer That Spreads One Cell At A Time.