I’m sorry that I talk about my messy life, while being on drugs or alcohol, while sleeping around with different men, trying to find myself while not becoming depressed. I’m still trying to get it together and I hope that time comes soon. I know you will judge me if you haven’t done a lot, I’m young and I’m learning and you won’t understand unless you’ve experienced something called life. My name? I’m not ready to mention that just yet.