A twenty year old failure trying to make it right after falling apart, falling in love, falling out of love, falling to pieces and falling from his high horse.  Trying to get back on the ladder of life (can't be a path really, not quite that easy, the whole falling thing doesn't work half as well either.) by going back to school in Comp Sci.  Dark hair, not slim, not fat, not much but tall, not freakishly so...  Love poetry, especially Darkness by Lord Byron and some of Shakespeare's sonnets but, to be honest, that probably because I haven't read enough of it to be anything but mainstream.

If you're going to get wet, may as well go swimming.

Easier to ask forgiveness than permission.

Never reread within a week, wait a few months and forget that it's yours, forget what you were thinking when you were writing it.  Stop being the author, try the other side and you'll see that, when you get right down to it, you can always improve.