My parent's decided I'd be called Nick all my life, so it does hold some value one way or another. I'm aware of how fast time moves, and I've mastered using it wisely. I live in constant derealization and have grown comfortable to the idea that no one will ever understand me. I'm constantly the victim of being prejudged , but I don't blame anyone; I do come off as an asshole at times and if I have, Sorry;] Music IS my life with working out being the catalyst for almost every recreational activity I do. Love is something I'm yet to discover but yet to look for. Is it even worth it? Fuck it, imma do me.
