Name’s Ian Rose. I’m eighteen and from San Diego (CA). I’m not perfect, and I realize who I am, good or bad. I try to avoid the bad, but that is easier said than done. I over think everything. I’m always thinking of something, that keeps me occupied most of the time. My mind never stops, which account for my terrible insomnia. I worry when I don’t think I’m good enough. I can be a huge nightmare. I sometimes blame everyone else but myself, but doesn’t everyone? I’m surrounded by walls that won’t go down, however, few have managed to accomplish that. I’m terrible at keeping friends around and that’s why I only have a handful. I try to be a good friend, a good person. I’m always here when/if you need me. I do the best I can under my circumstances. I love deep conversations; the ones where you really get to know each other, or even random things. I usually keep to myself until someone/something gives me a reason to step in. I don’t cling to people fast, I think friendships should be earned more within a day. I’m not what you think of at first glance, I can assure you that. The most insignificant things for you are the most valuable to me; not materialistic wise but more of a state of mind. I’m quite stubborn aswell.