I’ve never really thought of myself as a writer. It is usually just something I do to pass the time. I find it a perfect way to express the dark, pessimistic half of me that I hide under my bubbly exterior. I don’t expect anyone to read this, or my stories for that matter. However I feel that if I write something, it should be put on display for someone to read if they happen to stumble upon it. If you do, by some miraculous event, decide to read my books instead of the thousands of others on this site, feel free to be as brutally honest as you like. I can take the criticism.