I am Giacomo

I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
I am a disturbed, confused teenager named Giacomo. I am friendly but lonely, caring but destructive, and have a sense that my inner demons are controlling my life.
The years spent in isolation have not equipped me with the tools necessary to judge right from wrong. I've had no context. Furthermore, my work - the music, the paintings, hairstyles and so forth - indicate that I'm a highly imaginative... uh... character. It seems clear that my awareness of what people call reality is radically underdeveloped.
I am what everyone else is. I am also something more. What's to say that isn't already said. And I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
Make-believing that i have a soul beneath the surface

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