I don't think it would be possible for me to put a combination of pretty words together to take away the bad I've done. I also don't think it'd be possible for me to put a combination of bad words together that would take away the good inside me. Every person has multiple stories to tell, so I'll start mine at the beginning.
My name is Leo. That isn't my full name, actually. I came to the US when I was 6 years old because my family wanted me to have a better future. Unfortunately, mom and dad weren't the best match and as a result they sort of butchered my childhood. Whoops. Growing up, I wasn't taught how empathy works. Or feelings. Or pretty much anything else. They did teach me that money=kids meals at Burger King though, there was that. Good job, folks.
Around 14 or so, I decided I'd find true love. I met a girl at school, see, and we kissed, and it felt good. That was weird. So my little kid brain decided love would solve every problem that I didn't even understand I had. I've accomplished my goal more times than I care to count, but yet every problem was still there. And then the new problem with each break up. Poor, poor boy.
At 34 now, love is a chemical. Well, a few different ones to be technical. It is produced by the brain in certain situations. Situations that don't involve people, too. I taught myself empathy, right, wrong, everything in between. I'm not the hero of the story though, one doesn't reach light until there's been enough darkness. And there was. We can get into that, if you'd like, in private.
So, what, at 33, exactly am I now? A lot of things. Too many things. But let's cover the basics. I smoke cigarettes, I don't drink, I don't do drugs. I have never met an animal I didn't like and that didn't like me. I go bowling multiple times a week. I operate on logic, and I created my own moral compass. That involves many things, but the top one is to not look down at somebody below me unless I intend to help them get up. I know what I am, I love (love, heh) what I am. A little boy lost said that it couldn't end "that" way once. And it won't. How will it? Any damn way I make it, because it's my life.
