I've decided to do what my mother told me to do a long time ago.

Write my life down.

There's not much to write, though. Maybe I should start with describing myself.

I am a guy. I have curly blonde hair and dull blue eyes and there are a few freckles on my nose and one right by my lip. I don't know how it got there.

I am 16 years old and I am a sophomore in high school.

I live with my father in a nice, roomy apartment.

I have been going to therapy since the age of only nine. I think I've seen about 7 different therapists.

I still go, and I just came back from seeing him. He told me to take my mother's advice.

My therapist's name is Mr. Kinley. But he insists that I call him Adam. He's a real honest and straight up guy with a real opinion. 

I hate that about him.

But it's hard to hate a guy like Mr. Kinley. Sorry, I meant Adam.

I guess I'll try to do this as often as I can from now on.

Maybe I should write down who I am.

My name is Will.