So all previous depressing versions of this summary are moot. Done with that whole thing.
That isn't my real name obviously, merely the name of a character (and not his real name either; far too edgy) of my creation. That's what I do, I write things. There's a universe in my mind that fights everyday to not come out onto paper but slowly and surely it is being plucked clean. My real name is a mystery (not really, it's William, mystery over, go home).
I don't look like my profile anymore, my hair now goes over my eyes and I've been using my glasses due to exam time strain on my eyes.
I don't like calling myself a nerd as I don't venture in to the super obscure stuff and I don't obsess or partake in fandoms, but in a way I guess I am (see further down).
Random fact: I once passed up a chance to meet the Queen (the one in England) with my grandfather to visit the Sherlock Holmes museum and see the Globe Theatre. He did actually meet and talk to the queen for about five minutes. I regret nothing and treasure my authentic Deerstalker cap.
By the way I live in Toronto during the school year but return to Hamilton (at least this year) for the summer as I work with a city counsellor there.