I am from of what is know of me. I was born from my mother and of my father. If I have not been born I would not be here, and I am not a new fag like some others who are. I have been living for 18 or 19 years, depending on the region of world in which the date of birth and the after a year of birth determins the age. I was born on the day of 14 and year of 1991, and so was my mother, she was also born on the day of two, and fourteen. That is the day of love, or so they say, however that is not true and you of all people mature and knowledgeable enough to know are reading this. Psychology is fun, as you are able to experiment on dull and ignorant people. And when watching experiments done, the results are quiet supprising. Such as the one done on two girls and one boy (the boy was given a ice-cream and the two girls con it out of the boy, and later one of the other girl was given the ice-cream she refused to share, because the boy already had s share even though she had stolen all of it). Even if people say that I was born on the day of romance and love, I have never felt loved by others except for my family (that does not include my brother). I have fallen once but that was short lived, as I had no way of dealing with the feeling that I have never felt before, because of this flaw I was abandoned, and never again will feel the same. I am but nothing, I am made and I will die, because I am but a man with no hopes in his heart, without hope for this world. The population will label me as being a negative and unsocializable person. However might the people and the world judge and label the feeling in my heart will never change, nor will the mind, my psychological characteristics.