The last five years have been full of experience that have shaped me into something...just as childish but not? I'm not sure how to explain it. I've entered my twenties, gotten married, adopted a child (my forever puppy) and found someone who is practically identical to me. My tastes are the same but enhanced if that makes sense. I feel more comfortable with words but I will never leave the world of dreams and fantasy. Ditching two degrees and buying a house, Ive learned that some of the things I used to dream about are unrealistic. But I also realized that those unrealistic dreams are also necessary in making people happy. If I didn't dive into my books, no matter how many doubt I have about myself, I wouldn't be me. So even if this is a flop and everyone else has move on with their lives, no longer going on this website, I'm back for me and that makes me happy. I love everyone who takes the time out of their day to read my work. Thank you!