



Ħɛℓℓσ, αи∂ ʏσʋ иαмɛ ωσʋℓ∂ вɛ?My full name is Logan Wade Lerman, but honestly, you don't care.
Ħσω σℓ∂ αяɛ ʏσʋ?I'm sixteen years old....
Δи∂ ʏσʋ αяɛ мαℓɛ, cσяяɛcт?Are you trying to piss me off? Cause it's not working I'm obviously male, yes.
Ɯнαт αвσʋт ʏσʋя ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи?I don't know, straight? I've never liked anyone so yeah...
Ɯнʏ ωɛяɛ ʏσʋ ƨɛит нɛяɛ αиʏωαʏ?My parents want me to make more friends. I don't know how news travels around school and why it is very often right. Maybe it was in the lunchroom. It's hard to remember. But Dave with the awkward glasses told us that Michael killed himself. His mom played bridge with one of Michael's neighbors and they heard the gunshot. And that is how the news goot around to me that my best and only friend was dead.
Ħσω вσʋт ʏσʋя нιƨтσяʏ? Ƴσʋ мʋƨт нαʌɛ αи ιитɛяɛƨтιиɢ вαcκɢяσʋи∂.You are very nosy and have a lot of nerve to be asking my history after I told you my best friend killed himself, you are very lucky I don't get angry. For most of my life I just lived sort of normally with my mom, papa, sister, and brother. For a while my aunt Helen lived with us, and I really liked it. She was a really nice lady. On my birthday, she drove off to buy me a present, and she was on the news for a car wreck an hour later. Aunt Helen died in the emergency room the next day. I can't help but think if I didn't ask where my present was, she'd be alive to this day.
Ɔαяɛ тσ ɛϰρℓαιи ʏσʋя ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ?My personality? I'm pretty quiet now, and I don't open up much. Sometimes I lie in bed and ask myself all the questions that no one else thinks about, or even finds important. But they are, they really really are. I'm not a very happy person, I'll tell you that now. I'm not the smartest person or friendliest. Heck, I'm not athletic or insanely good looking either. But please, if you give me a chance, I'll be loyal to you always. Just please, if you decide to become friends with me, don't suddenly leave me. I die inside everytime this happens. Anyway, I've been in a state of depression for the past year since Michael commited suicide. The only people I talk to now are my family.
Ƴσʋ're ℓικɛƨ?I can't really think of much, there's music. I love music. It's my escape




There's also writing. I love to write, especially poetry.
And honestly, there's really nothing else. Call me two-dimesional, whatever.
Ɖιƨℓικɛƨ?
I hate candy, soda, and basically any form of sugar. They remind me too much of movie nights with aunt Helen. I also dislike rude people, teachers, and nonfiction. Ɖσ ʏσʋ нαʌɛ α cяʋƨн?Nope
Δиʏтнιиɢ ɛℓƨɛ ʏσʋ ωσʋℓ∂ ℓικɛ тσ ƨнαяɛ?Well, my favorite color is Royal Blue.