I’m not an artist. I’m not a genius. I’m not studious. I’m not funny. I have limitless potential, though…potential for things that I can’t even fathom. No one can, in fact, and it’s all because of society. What’s determined of who someone is can only be legitimized through society, anyway. I’m not a poet. I’m not a saint. I’m not influential. All I do is write things down, but I’m not a writer. Not REALLY, anyway. So where is that word to describe me? Well, I guess I’m not much of anything, really.