What to say?

Nothing, maybe. Because you don't really need to know.

Something, maybe. Because that's what this is for.

I'll settle for something in between.

I will tell you something, but it may not be true. Believe it or not, it's up to you.

I'm fourteen.

Is that too young? Too old? Fine. I don't care.

Forgive me if it sounds like I'm typing from a mental hospital, but it's 11:30. pm. Then again, maybe I am typing from a mental hospital.