It's all K.: perception of a self-loathing fool in Bloomington, MN

In these pages, bare the quiet torment of my sixteen years. Each verse is a peice of a soul caught between the brutal truths of life, love, and hate. I write to understand the world's indifference and the weight of my own existence. There is no easy comfort here, only the rawness of feeling-of searching for meaning in a world that offers no such thing, of loving fiercely and hating deeply. In these words, I am both lost and found, trapped in the chaos of a mind that refuses to ignore. Perhaps, in my struggle, you'll see your own.