With Gloves

At this moment, at this very instant, as a teenager, struggling with the majority life has to offer at such an age, I sit here and begin to type away - with gloves - the beginnings of something. Obviously I'm no literacy genius, you'd be hooked by now if that was the case. You see not sure I even know myself what I'm doing here but as my eyes strain to focus on keyboard, bright screen, keyboard, bright screen something must be urging me on to deny sleep. Starting something like this has been pestering me or a while now and it came to the point were I had no reason not to commence operations.