Did you ever wonder what it would be like to live alone in a foreign country as a child? To be fifteen and famous because of the color of your eyes? The rantings of a fifteen year old me portrays the sadness of a boy that misses home, the curiosity of a world unknown, and an intense pubescent focus on girls. Keep in mind, I was a clueless child when I wrote these entries and I never thought anyone would ever read it but me. Please don't hold anything I wrote against me now, as a clueless adult.