In the last couple of years i seem to have forgotten about the dreams that used to be so important to me. I used to have great big hopes of being me for me wether that meant i didnt fit in or was the center of attention. Ive always felt like a hippy at heart but seem to take on another personality all together. Ive always wanted to write and write and write so here i am. I write for love, for the freedom of my soul, and to express the best part of me that noone really truley knows. In life i tend to be a bit tough hearted and head strong but the me that is waiting to come out is the soft hearted girl with a world full of imagination just waiting to escapes its confines. Although my heart is what really pours onto the pages of my work, I am faced with the grammer and the rules of how society thinks a story should take form.I welcome any comments on my work wether good or bad beacause THAT is what brings a good piece of writing out of the dark and into the light of those lost souls looking for something they can relate to.

My passion is ...

doing things spontaneously

I know too much about ...

being on the outside looking in

My childhood ambition ...

was to become something great

My favorite memory ...

spending the summer smelling the tangy smell of the ocean while siting on the porch eating sweet watermelon

Why I write ...

to release my soul

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

anything and everything, i usually have about 15 books laying around my bedroom that i pick up at random. They range from history to romance to facts about other countries and then back to mysteries

My first job ...

was bussing tables at a local restaurant when i was fifteen

My best moment ...

when i realized i need to find the person i used to be because the road ive traveled in the last couple of years was way off the path

My inspiration ...

those friends who believe in all the little crazy things i dream of

Other The perfect apology: Myth or reality

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To the man who used to love me,

There were certain things i should have had the strength to say over the years but now i find myself regretting my silence. I need you to know exactly what is weighing on my heart so through the heartache i managed to find the strength i thought id lost so long ago and now i ask you one last favor; please give me the final chance to say I'm sorry. There were many things i wanted to do to make you feel just a little better in your life. I needed to be your rock, your savior, but still remain your lover. I wanted to be your idea of perfect but instead...

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