Living on the edge of patience.

So this is where it begins.
A white empty page. Millions of possibilities to express oneself.
I think I start with describing myself.
I won't tell you my name just to make things clear from beginning. (okay i admit: it's 80% because of the reason that you're going to make fun out of my name. trust me, you will :P)
So however. I'm 15 or I more just turned 15 (9.1.12) .
I don't think this is the best day or the best time to start writing a blog, because I'm in trouble with one of my friends which isn't something special because she (yes. she.) gives me always a reason to feel bad. (maybe I'll explain that later). So lets get back to me: 15 years, 1,86cm tall and yes. My life is way more complicated then I ever thought it could be. Love? No chance. Broken heart? 6-times in 3,5 years. (must be a worldrecord.) I hate my life so I started to make the lives of other people better and that gives me a strange kind of sense in my life. I'm going to tell you what is good abou that and what can possibly go wrong and what happened to me.
But not now. Later. I have to do something else now. I'm sorry :D