I am a fifteen year old male. I really don’t know who I am; sometimes I’m one thing and at other times I’m another thing. Sometimes I’m an artist; sometimes I’m a comic; sometimes all I want to do is to lay around and be lazy; sometimes I’m all about the music; sometimes I’m a book worm, maybe even a writer; sometimes I’m a snow boarder; sometimes I’m an animal lover. I know I’m an all around nice person to talk to.
Sometimes I stare off into space.

I think probably the biggest aspect of my life is my creativity. It’s sort of like the thing or place I would go to for all the answers, especially when I’m board. It helps me a lot when I get angry, because for some reason drawing or listening to music really calms me down. Or even writing to yourself helps calm me down.

When I meet new people I like to find similarity between me and that person and generally I can pull a conversation out of that one thing. A lot of authority figures might think of me as a talker, but the truth is I’m as good of a listener as a talker. Just not at all the right times. When someone I know is sad, I offer to talk to them because talking can be extremely helpful when your angry or sad or in a bad place. And obviously not everyone wants to talk when they’re in a bad place, so I just tell them to come and find me when they want to talk.
Sometimes when you’ve had a long hard day, the best thing to cheer you up is to have a long, hard laugh. That’s why I always leave room for humor in my day. After all, laughter is the best medicine.

My past is a long story, but I’ll try to shorten it up for you. Its not exactly the pretties story in the world. I’ve always been in a torn family, but I always looked for my grandmother to help me. She’s always been there for me and it’s really been a really big help. Sometimes when she wasn’t around, I would look to my Dad for help. He was always there for me too, but not always in a good way. I found out that my Dad wasn’t exactly the best parent in the world when I was 13 years old. And my Mom wasn’t so great either. She really cared for me but wasn’t fit to be a parent. And all this was nothing new to my family. It was all sort of a chain going back a couple of generations. It was hard, but I always looked for the bright side of things. But even so, there were times when I was so afraid and so sad I couldn’t find it. A few months before my 14th birthday, there was an incident between me and my Dad and I decided to move out. I’m not in a much better environment living with my grandmother. I don’t see very much of my family any more, but I know its for the best. I’ve been living with my Grandmother for three years now. Even though it’s outside my comfort zone in many ways, I know it’s a better place. I always do my best to listen to my Grandmother because I know she knows best. Sometimes she gets on my nerves, but I know she really loves me even though at times I forget.

Hello my name is Jared and I am a millennial. What makes me a millennial you ask? Some might say that I am a millennial because of my technological know how. But its not the texting or the computers, iPods, music, or video games. I am a millennial because I was born in a certain time period. I was born in the 90’s. millennial’s are people born between the late 80s and through the 90’s. I am one out of 76 million millennial’s.