To think that one's life is interesting enough to write about is indeed flattering. I wouldn't say though that my life was necessarily in that particular category.
For I still have a couple of nasty habits to get through, a speeding ticket or two to fight out, two crazy families, a hell lotta more school to do, and the total public annihilation of myself to bear before I can go as far as calling my life 'interesting'. Then, of course, I feel like I should just go on with it and Spill my guts, cry for the world, then put out a book called, "A Life Less Lived." (How beiber ruined my world, etc, etc.) But, alas! 'Interesting' is a multi-interpretable term! so ill attempt to elucidate the goings on in this little atmosphere of mine.
I was abandoned as a pup and fostered by a pack of wolves. the end.