I'm thirteen years old, you can describe me as the right blend of likable and hateful character, my height is below average, brown-skin, dark-brown eyes, curly hair, and a good-looking person. "Probably."

If you passed by me walking home from school you probably wouldn't notice me. That's because I'm just an ordinary kid like you. I go to school like you. I live a daily simple life like you—or not? Well, then. Let's start the introduction. My name is Mark Ashe and unlike you I was a problem child, I hated everyone in school, I hated my classmates, my teachers, and someday when I graduated I hope they all rot in hell. That's it, end of statement.

Unlike you I was having worst headaches day and night due to my weird mental illness, so'd you better know why I had such a cloudy judgement towards others. I usually spent my time with my friend Claire.

Hobbies? Let's see...I might be good at something if I try but it was mostly average, so like you no special thing about me, most of them call it loser. Am I right? L-O-S-E-R.

Besides being an average loser, I'm different from you in other ways. Which I mentioned earlier, I have illness called Cluster headache. You probably know less about Cluster headache. It's a illness where headache often occur and it's around the side of the eye. I can describe pain as burning, stabbing, boring or squeezing, and it ranges from 20 minutes or longer. I don't know what triggers it but most of us with Cluster headache are severe effects and may experience suicidal thoughts during an attack. Thankfully I don't do that anymore, I mostly just deal a significant pain around eye and runny nose slipping through my face then taking my medications would ease the pain.

But I have very bad cluster headache every few years and it feels like someone is burning your skin over your eye from inside and poking your upper section of the eye with a needle, this moment. No legal pain killer works for me.

Beside from having headaches, there's something else you don't know about me. It's going to be a secret; I can't tell it anyway. A secret that turned my life upside down. That secret is the reason why I have headaches in the first place. It scares me more than you would believe. But, again, that's part of my story. So I might as well tell it to you.