: About Me

I was born in a small town in New Jersey, and I still live here, in the same town. I'm an introverted movie buff musician with crazy feelings and emotions that are constantly bottled up or unattainable. In other words, occasionally I have been to known to either wear my heart on my sleeve or not wear sleeves at all. I've always had problems expressing myself verbally. For example, when I am asked a question, a part of me freezes.

Socially inept and quiet, I searched quickly for something that would speak to me. So I started reading a lot. I read volumes of books between the ages of seven and twelve. Then all of a sudden, I lost the passion to read. And that worried my mom. I go from having a hobby to only wanting to play video games. None of my neighborhood friends were readers either. I should have known I would fall into that as well. I just lost interest and I wanted to do something more with my time.

So, I thought about picking up an instrument. My mom asked me if I wanted to play piano, but I said no. My answer had more to do with the possibility of the teacher I was going to get. So, that was definitely out of the question. I was given a guitar when I was six. But, nothing happened. Then I learned that once you are in third grade, you would be eligible for playing an instrument. I was curious. So, when I did enter third grade, I chose violin. I have to admit that I learned pretty quickly. My teacher told me I was one of the better ones in my class. And I believed her. My family was ecstatic about the whole idea and they supported me greatly. One year went by and I was no longer enjoying the violin. I dropped it and picked up a saxophone.

Looking back, I have no idea why I chose that in the first place. It's not me. At all. I felt as awkward as I looked. I don't think I'll ever pick that up again. So a few months went by and I was asked to be in band. I passed quickly on that idea. I wasn't interested in going 'pro', I just wanted to play on my own, not in front of my peers. I later dropped the saxophone as well. Years went by and I still had no major hobby. I wanted one so badly. I wanted something to call my own. School became more difficult for me because of the morons around me. When I reached eighth grade I left public school and went in and out of home school and several private schools.

As a freshman in high school, I began to take my writing more seriously and I realized fun it actually is. I mean, ever since I was in grade school teachers took notice of me and told me I had something special in me, begging to be put into words. I don't remember the day I picked up a pencil and began to write; it has become a part of who I am. I started with short stories before they became volumes of text and all of them started with one simple central idea. When I was twelve, I was told by my teacher that my writing was something expected by a high school student, and it didn't phase me. I just wanted peace with myself and when I'm writing I find that it soothes me so I kept doing it.

On the way, I picked up guitar, again. Learning guitar was the best thing to ever happen to me. I learned it pretty quickly, with help from the violin. And I still play everyday. I try to learn a couple of songs each week to keep my mind focused. I recommend it to anyone who wants to relieve their stress. It helps. Especially when you play the right song to match your mood. I think it's my best friend. I'm completely drawn to it. I also started learning the bass. I can't believe I used to dislike the hollow thumping sounds. Bass is still kind of tricky for me. But, not as tricky with my keyboard. Right now, I've only learned half of like, two songs. I'm still working on it though.

I can't seem to figure out how to get my hands in sync with each other. My hand doesn't always want to comply. One day I hope to move on to other instruments. Music keeps me centered. As does my writing. I'm in my twenties now and life as I knew it seems like a blur. It's a scary feeling really, I still remember little things that caught my attention wherever I went. Small inconsistencies that were always overlooked by everyone else but me. I still feel like that. And I don't know what my purpose in life actually is. I just hope that I find out soon.

My passion is ...

Writing. Film. Music.

I know too much about ...

disappointments

My parents always told me ...

To be myself.

My childhood ambition ...

Peace. And it still is.

My favorite memory ...

Anything with my family.

Why I write ...

To secretly answer my own questions about life,.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I listen to a lot of genres. But mostly alternative and blues.

My first job ...

Not really worth talking about.

My best moment ...

I'm not sure, maybe it hasn't happened yet. So I'll keep waiting.

My inspiration ...

Anything that catches my attention.

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Rain

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It's silent. Almost eerily so as I start to feel a shift in the air. I look up and the sky looks a bit darker than before. A serene mixture of calm blues and grays paint the sky in only a way nature can. A gust of wind flows steadily through the grass cascading like tiny waves through each blade. A sudden chill runs down my arms and I hurry indoors. I go to the place I always do, my bedroom window. Only there I can see everything. A few wet drops have fallen now, not yet causing the ground to change shades. The acidity in the air become stronger as I hear the first loud rumble. I start to ...

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